«Are you sure the story about you two not really being together, but only pretending so you could get close to me, is true? Because looking at you now… you really seem like a couple who just got back together,» Brianne mutters.
Well, hard to blame her… Elaine is clinging to my arm with a radiant smile while the three of us stroll through Central Park.
It's just past nine in the morning, and with Elaine still looking a little hazy, I don't feel right about going back to school and leaving her alone—while Brianne has no intention of letting me out of her sight.
Not even when, out of the blue, Elaine and I start making out without any warning does Brianne leave us alone.
I had hoped that making her feel like a third wheel would push her to back off, at least for a couple of hours, but by now it's obvious—she's my shadow.
It's already a miracle she doesn't follow me straight into my own home.
