Jonathan sat on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, while Tabitha settled just a meter away, watching him closely as she waited for him to talk. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
"I think Laura has a boyfriend," he finally blurted out, his voice low and uncertain.
Tabitha's lips twitched at the admission. "So?"
Jonathan frowned, not expecting that response. "What do you mean 'so'? I just said Laura has a boyfriend."
"Yeah, I heard you," Tabitha shrugged, almost sounding tired of the subject already. "So what if she has a boyfriend? What's the big deal?"
"She should've told me! I'm her friend!" Jonathan's voice rose, his frustration clear in every syllable.
Tabitha scoffed, shaking her head. "A friend is a friend, Jonathan. It's up to her whether she wanted
