Celeste
“A date?” Fiona’s eyes widened as I dropped the bombshell on her in the library the next day. “With Matt?”
“Shh,” I said, pressing my finger to my lips as I noticed the glares from nearby students who were trying to study.
Fiona’s face turned a little red. “Sorry,” she murmured. “Really, though, Celeste? A date?”
“Yes, Fi,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks get warm. “A date.”
She stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, and then shook her head. “Celeste, this can’t end well. You know how these things go.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “I know, but it’s just one date. Besides, I… I don’t know. Maybe something more will come out of it, if you know what I mean. I’m nineteen, almost twenty. It’s about time.”
Fiona’s face flashed with obvious anger. “So y
