“You’re unhappy,” Maggie said across the table from him.
Steve sipped at his mocha au lait before answering. “That obvious, is it?”
“To me. And JJ isn’t happy, either.”
“It’s easy for him. His dads understand, and he has so much credibility with the other students he could walk down the main hallway at school in a prom gown, belting out show tunes at the top of his lungs, and still everyone would think he was cool.”
Maggie laughed. “That wasn’t what I was meaning, but thanks for the interesting mental image. No, he’s unhappy because you’re unhappy, because his friendship with you isn’t…what it should be.”
“He told you that?” Steve picked up his cup but put it down again without drinking from it.
“Of course not, he’s a guy. But being a girl, I know.”
Maggie sucked on her straw. She
