Page 85 of What We Got Wrong

“Liv is my roommate. I’ve definitely told you about her,” Quinn explained to the blonde before gesturing between herself, Liv, and Emma. “The third in our bestie triad.”

Roommate? Roommate? Liv wasn’t even certain she heard the second part of what Quinn said because her blood was boiling, but she did everything she could to maintain her calm, especially when she noticed that this new girl looked overly satisfied with that descriptor.

Then again. What did she expect Quinn to call her?

“Nice to meet you,” the new girl—Janelle—had the absolute audacity to say to her.

“I’ve got class in a few, but can I meet up with you after,” Quinn said. She only had one morning class on Fridays, so Liv was planning on asking for a ride back to their apartment, though she couldn’t form words at that exact moment.

“Of course,” Emma answered, filling the silence. “We’ll be here or by the café, just text us when you’re free.”

They all said goodbye—Liv with a wave, because her tongue still wasn’t working—and Quinn and Janelle walked away. Liv followed them with her eyes until they turned out of her view, and then she refocused on the company she was with, realizing that Emma was eyeing her with fascination.

She forced her mouth to work. “What?”

“You seem…upset,” Emma responded, sounding amused.

Liv didn’t want to admit she was, if completely honest, totally freaking out. She tried not to say anything, tried to fix her face, to form it into a mask of nonchalance.

“Who the fuck is that?” Liv asked, after a moment, unable to stop herself, and she heard the strange hitch in her voice.

“Janelle? She was on the team this year, she’s a freshman,” Emma said, sounding mildly surprised that Liv hadn’t heard of her.

“Is she…” Liv wasn’t sure how she wanted to finish that sentence.

“Absolutely obsessed with Quinn,” Emma offered, and, sure, that worked. Liv nodded. “Oh, yeah. Quinn’s got a whole little fan club. You didn’t know?”

“I probably should have,” Liv acknowledged, and…of course, Quinn had a whole swath of admirers. She was gorgeous and kind and funny. She was smart and thoughtful without taking herself too seriously. She was perfect. “That girl…she’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, I think I heard her say that she has some modeling jobs lined up this summer,” Emma said.

“How nice for her,” Liv grumbled.

Emma looked at her for a long time before she finally spoke again. “You know Quinn is a marshmallow human for you, right?”

Liv huffed loudly, running her hands over her face. “I don’t know why I’m acting jealous.”

“I think we all know why,” Emma said, and Liv rolled her eyes before softening. There was no need for her to be irritated with Emma, who hadn’t done anything to deserve her ire.

“She’s just so good,” Liv said wistfully.

“In bed,” Emma replied, wiggling her eyebrows, and Liv released a gentle laugh.

“In general. Quinn is just so good, and I don’t want to let her go. But maybe it’s time…”

Emma scoffed. “Liv, maybe you should talk to her about what she wants before you make a unilateral decision?”

“I’m going to be spending a lot of time with Conner this summer,” Liv said, as if it was the natural continuation of the conversation.

Emma whistled. They’d talked about the situation before, bonded over the idea that they were both expected, expecting, to marry men they’d grown up with.

“Do you think you should have told her before y’all signed an extension on your lease?” Emma asked, and…yeah. Liv could certainly see why Emma would ask that.

“I didn’t find out until after,” she replied, and it was the truth. “My dad just told me a couple of weeks ago. We’re both interning for J&P this summer, working on the same project…”

“You have to tell her,” Emma replied simply.

“I know, I just—"