I glance at Lorenzo from the corner of my eye.
Eh. He'd probably take it well. He'd probably say something stupid first, then something good after. I don't know. I will never know.
He turns his head toward me, squinting at my face. "Dude, why the fuck do you look so depressed?" he asks. "Who pissed you off? IS LULU OKAY?"
"Lulu's fine," I mumble. "It's not that."
"Aha, so itissomething," he says immediately. "Spill."
Oh, believe me, you do not want me to spill. If I start talking about this, we're leaving this hill tomorrow. Maybe next week. Maybe never.
"I'm not spilling," I say out loud.
"Okay, then I'll talk. Hmmm." He looks at me.
Way too focused.
Way too suspicious. Don't say anything about what happened before, please.
"So. That guy… Rava."
Fuck you, Lorenzo.
"He's our age," I correct him. "Don't start."
Lorenzo looks over at me. "Didn't say anything."
"You said enough."
He actually laughs, surprised. "Woooah," he drags it out, all dramatic.
"Don't woah me," I snap. "I'm not in the mood to talk about him. Please."
Lorenzo elbows me in the ribs.
"Why not? Is my tough little nut finally seeing hearts and clouds and sparkles over his head while he does pirouettes?"
Fuck.
I laugh because the way he says it is stupidly funny, but my face drops right after. "No," I say. "Don't say that again."
"The fuck? I don't get it then," he says casually. "He must be special," Lorenzo goes on. "You've literally been beaten up, spent nights at the station, gone through all kinds of shit, and you talked about all that just fine. But now suddenly you can't talk about one angel-looking, green-eyed nerd with glasses?"
I stare at him. Damn. He's going hard with the compliments.
Angel-looking. Green eyes. Glasses.
Relax, Romeo. That was supposed to be my line.
"Please. Rava's nothing special."
He arches a brow. "Sure about that?"
No.
"He's boring. Judgmental. Walks around like he's better than the rest of us."
Lorenzo smirks. "Didn't seem that way when I met him. If anything…" he adds, and I can feel his eyes on me. "He seemedverymuch like your type of person."
