The next day, I tried to act normal.
Keyword: tried.
But it was impossible.
Andrea was still my annoying, talkative seatmate, but now, every time I looked at her, all I could think about was the love letter.
Who was it for?
Did I know the guy?
Was he in our class?
I hated that I cared so much.
I hated that my stomach twisted every time I thought about it.
And most of all—
I hated that Andrea was pretending like nothing happened.
She didn't look embarrassed anymore.
She didn't look nervous.
She was just... Andrea.
Like yesterday never happened.
I clenched my jaw, gripping my pen tighter.
I had never wanted to read something more in my life.