"I can't believe you're going on a date with Logan," Lennox said disgustedly.
We were both sitting in my bed, cross-legged and I had told her about how Logan asked me out.
"It's not a date," I corrected her. "We are just going out as friends."
"Yeah, right," she rolled her eyes. "For you, it's just as friends but I'm sure he has something else in mind."
"When did you start hating Logan so much? You used to get along with him."
"I don't hate him, I just..." her voice trailed off, leaving the words hanging in the air. I knew she was hiding something from me.
"Lennox," I held her hands and looked at her with a mix of concern and sadness. "What is going on?"
"Bree, I can't – "
"Yes, yes. You can't tell me," I sighed. "I should get ready,"
"Are you really sure about this?"
"About wha
