At lunchtime I was still confused about Keira’s cold shoulder. Things were so great yesterday, was she really that upset about the incident? Maybe she didn’t want to be with a clumsy i***t.
“What’s got you down, clown?” Jennifer asked me as she scooted in beside me.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just really tired,” I responded. I didn’t have the energy to explain everything to her.
“Well, quit staying up all night watching reruns of The Office and you’ll be fine,” she quipped. Normally, I would say that she was spot on. I did spend many nights curled in bed until three A.M., watching the TV show, even though I had seen every episode ten times, if not more.
“Don’t tell me how to live my life,” I half-heartedly joked.
She seemed to have seen right through me. She gave me a sympathetic smile, but di
