"Hey, whore." Ronnie had been trying to catch me by phone for days, but I'd successfully managed to avoid her and pacified her with the occasional text message. She'd know instantly if I lied to her, and I couldn't risk her asking questions. She'd finally caught me and showed up just before lunch on Friday.
"What are you doing here?" s**t. s**t. s**t. I couldn't keep anything from her. She'd know just by looking at me that I didn't have just one secret but two. That was the problem with having a friend who knows you better than you knew yourself. And then there was the whole eye twitch thing she swore by.
"Playing detective." Her smirk reached her eyes, and they glimmered with mischief.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to play coy, act like I had no clue what she referr
