“Hey, Eunice. Are you and Josiah together?” one of my classmates from Philosophy asked me.
Actually, I was taken aback at her question. This classmate of mine—none of them, as a matter of fact—has never spoken to me ever since the beginning of the semester. But now that a lot of rumors are circulating about me and Josiah, she somehow felt comfortable to ask me. I hate these kinds of people.
I gave her a blank stare. “Why do you need to know?” I asked.
She bit her lip and tucked a loose strand of her perfectly curled long hair behind her ear. “Everyone is talking about you and Josiah being so close together,” she replied.
I raised my brow. “What is it to you, then?”
I know when girls ask this. She’s probably one of the hoard girls wanting to be Josiah’s girlfriend. Josiah may not tell
