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I could tell he was still standing there, all statuesque, not moving and just
looking down at me. But he didn’t say anything, not giving me an excuse to
look up. So, I kept my eyes trained on the papers he had so nicely printed out
for me.
That long moment seemed to stretch into a painfully awkward amount of
time, but right before I was about to lose the weird battle and look up, I
sensed him leave. Then, I waited a full minute until I was sure he was long
gone. And … I let it all out.
My head fell on my desk with a muffled thud. No, not on the desk. My
head had fallen on the stack of papers that Aaron had come to deliver—very
nicely—right before I put my foot in my mouth and somehow told my mother
that the name of my made-up boyfriend was Aaron.
A groan slipped out of me. It was ugly and miserable.
Just like I was.
I softly bumped my head against the surface of my desk.
“Estúpida.” Bang. “Idiota. Tonta. Boba. Y mentirosa.” Bang, bang, bang.
That was the worst of all. Not only was I an idiot, but I was also a lying
idiot.
The realization pushed another groan out of me.
“Whoa,” came from the door. It was Rosie’s voice.
Good. I needed someone I trusted to retrieve me from this madness I had
gotten myself into and register me into the closest mental facility. I couldn’t
be trusted to … adult properly.
“Is everything okay, Lina?”
Nope.
Nothing about what I had just done was okay.
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.” Rosie shoved her hand between us, making the
universal sign to hold your horses. “You told your mom what?”
Gobbling down the rest of my pastrami panini, I shot her a look. “You
gnow whatf I saifd,” I told her, not caring that my mouth was still full.
“I just want to hear that last part again.” Rosie leaned back on her chair,
her emerald eyes wide with shock. “You know what? How about you start
from the beginning again? I must be missing something because this whole