“I can’t make it,” I said to Justin as I walked into class. Professor Bryant wasn’t there yet.
He gave me a sideways look with a frown that about killed me. I never wanted to see him upset like that again. “And why not?”
“I have plans.”
“You didn’t have any plans yesterday.” He ran both hands through his hair and rested them back on his lap. “Did I do something wrong?”
Oh, no. I didn’t want to make Justin feel bad about this or make him feel like I wasn’t going because of him. It was a little more complicated than that. How was I supposed to think of something on the fly without making him suspicious or make him feel like I wasn’t coming because of him?
I reached out to him, trying to calm him, and hopefully, it would work. He turned his head to me, giving me a half-smile. Oh, well.
