Tina is already calling me by the time I get home. I’m surprised she’s awake this early. I put my phone away without answering. I haven’t had enough time to think of what I’ll say to her. How can I lie to my best friend about hooking up with the guy she’s been rooting for me to end up with for the last year? It seems almost cruel.
I have seven new text messages by the time I make it to my front door.
Tina
Answer your phone!
Priscilla…
PRISCILLA
A little birdie told me a little something about you and Oliver.
It was Ryan. Ryan told me.
Come on, Priss. Call me back NOW.
I know your not asleep.
Her last message bothers me more than anything else. I type out a reply.
Priscilla
*you’re
Tina
Ha! I knew the grammar police wouldn’t be able to resist correcting me.
You should have been a teacher.
That’s why you and Oliver are perfect for each other.
Now that I have your attention, TELL ME EVERYTHING.
Priscilla
I didn’t even know he was a teacher until yesterday.
Tina
Priscilla…
Priscilla
That’s my name.
Tina
I’m starting to think your being intentionally evasive.
Priscilla
Those are some big words for someone who can’t spell *you’re* correctly.
Tina
What?
