I shove my hand through my hair and sigh. I’m about to get lit up, and it’s my own damn fault.
Lennox:
OH MY FUCKING GOD! Seriously? She thinks your name is Dean???
Willow:
Oh, Ledg, what wereyou thinking?
Me:
Clearly, I wasn’t.
Rina:
Yes, dear brother, you weren’t. Why the secrecy about who you are?
Lennox:
I’m going to start calling you Dean the Machine.
Me:
We can kick him out of the group chat, right?
Rina:
Nope. You make stupid decisions. You deserve to have his immaturity directed at you.
Me:
Fine.
Willow:
Well?
Me:
Well, when I first ran into her, I panicked. It was a knee-jerk reaction, and now… I don’t know how to get out of panic mode.
Lennox:
Definitely can’t call you Dean the Machine now. That’s just sad. Maybe Dean the Teen.
Me:
Seriously, we can’tkick him out?
Rina:
Nope. If she doesn’t remember you, why are you panicking? You could start fresh with her, and she wouldn’t even know the difference because shedoesn’t remember you.
Willow:
You need to just come clean. The longer you let the charade go on, the worse it will be.
Me:
