«Are you sure that story about you two not really being together, but only pretending so you could get close to me, is true? Because looking at you now, you really seem like a couple who just got back together,» Kimberly grumbles.
Well, it's hard to blame her… Naomi is practically gloating, clinging to my arm like a monkey to a branch, with a radiant smile plastered across her face, while the three of us walk through Central Park.
It's just past nine in the morning and, with Naomi still seeming a bit dazed from the weed and the alcohol, I don't feel right about going back to school and leaving her alone — while Kimberly has no intention of leaving me alone even for a moment. Not even when, out of nowhere, Naomi and I start making out every now and then without any warning does Kimberly leave us in peace.
