23

I spend my whole weekend thinking of what to tell Ezra. So much, I even forget about Lana's new love. Tell him about the bet? A practice date? Maybe, a friendly date to comfort him? Yes. That's it.

I feel nervous as I walk into class. What if he rejects me? Tells me to fuck off again? I decide to do it now, already feeling sorry when I see him stare off into the distance at his desk. He looks like he has slept well and he doesn't look sad, which is a relief, but there is something off about him.

'Ezya,' I softly call out to him.

He looks up to me, still kind of in a daze. 'Ari. Good morning,' he answers.

'How are you?' I ask, not just to make small talk.

'I'm fine. I don't know if Lana is, though. I haven't talked to her.' He stares at the wall again.

'Hmm, me neither.' I feel kind of guilty for it.

'Really?' It sounds kind of relieved, not pained at all.

'You're acting weird, Ezya.' I frown.