The next day, Stacey collars me in the cafeteria and asks to speak to me about an email I sent out last week. Leaving Bell, Katie, and another girl whose name I don’t know at the lunch table, I follow Stacey to her office.
I don’t understand why she wants to speak with me privately and I’m nervous as I take a seat at her desk. “Did I do something wrong?”
“There is no email.”
Now I’m even more confused.
“Are you sleeping with James Davidson?”
Whoa. I consider Stacey a friend but I don’t feel like I’ve known her long enough to be so blunt. Evidently, she feels differently.
“What?”
“It’s something Mike said last week. I thought nothing of it at first, but then there’s the way you defended him to Bell. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, too.”
I don’t look at him like anything.
