"Anything specific?"
"Not really. When we played beach soccer together, she put us in a team by ourselves. And she told me to bring you green tea."
"I figured that."
"But only the first time. Afterwards, I did it myself."
"Force of habit."
"After one time?" I snap, and my tone is sharp enough for him to pay attention to me. "Listen, I changed my mind about you, Curtis. I thought both of us changed our minds about each other. Okay? So I don't understand why you're mad when you don't even care."
I turn to leave, but Curtis's arm shoots out and grabs my elbow. His grip is strong. "Why do you think I don't care?" he asks.
I look at him, and he's now on the edge of the bed so he can hold me. "You scoffed before when I mentioned being genuine friends."
"Do you think we're genuine friends?"
I pull my arm from his grip and try to glare at him, but it's half-hearted. "Well, I don't hate you."
He stares at me for a beat before dropping his gaze. "I don't hate you either. I'm sorry," he mumbles. "Today has been a lot, and I've only been awake for an hour. I thought you had lied to me."
My frown softens. "It's okay." After a moment, I sit on the bed beside him.
"I want to ask you something." He glances sideways at me.
"Okay."
"Yesterday, Kennedy said something. She said that as far as she knew, Bonnie's not your type. Your romantic type."
I nod. I already knew what he meant, without the clarification.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Curtis says quickly.
"No, it's fine," I say. I'm relieved that this is the question Curtis is asking, but part of me wonders if there's a follow-up question. A question about him. "The answer is yes."
"Yes?" He blinks.
"Yes," I repeat.
He stares at me for a moment. "Last night, you said something about… how you'd never —"
"Yes," I say again, and stand up. I look down at him. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No," he says. "Of course not."
I nod stiffly, but my shoulders relax.
"I just wasn't sure." Curtis appraises me like he's seeing me in a new light. "Is it a secret?"
I shrug. "Not really. It's not as if I go around announcing my sexual orientation, but if people ask, then yeah, I tell them. Usually, people figure it out. I'm not that subtle."
"I guess I'm just stupid then. All those times Kennedy insisted you weren't secretly in love with her…"
"I thought you already knew, at least subconsciously."
"What do you mean?"
"After I told you about liking someone else, and you asked me questions, you used "they" instead of "she".
