But the thing is, before Lena, I would’ve cared. I was just starting to wonder, I mean, if maybe I was under some kind of spell myself.
I don’t do that.
I didn’t say you did.
You just did.
I didn’t say you had Cast a spell. I just said, maybe I was under one.
You think I’m Ridley?
I think… forget it.
Lena searched my face even more intently, like she was trying to read it. Maybe she could do that, too, now, for all I knew.
What?
The thing you said the morning after Halloween, in your room. Did you mean it, L?
What thing?
The writing on the wall.
What wall?
The wall in your bedroom. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You said you were feeling the same way I was.
She started fidgeting with her necklace.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Falling.
Falling?
Falling… you know.
What?
Never mind.
Say it, Ethan.
I just did.
Look at me.
I’m looking right at you.
I looked down into my chocolate milk.
“Get it? Savannah Snow? Ice Queen?” Link dumped vanilla ice cream on top of his French fries.
Lena caught my eye, blushing. She reached her hand under the table. I took it in mine, then almost yanked my hand away, the shock of her touch was so strong. It really was like sticking my hand in a wall socket. The way she looked at me, even if I couldn’t hear what she was thinking, I would’ve known.
If you have something to say, Ethan, just say it.
Yeah. That.