Somewhere in the midst of all the

Somewhere in the midst of all the sex and lazing about, Shanna called.

“What the fuck, you can’t answer my texts or calls?”

It was true – she had texted me numerous times since Derek’s very public implosion, and called at least twice. During the first couple of weeks, I had been too depressed to answer. During the last couple of weeks, I’d been too busy. Or something like that.

More than that, though, I had been avoiding the conversation I knew was about to occur.

But when I was sitting in the library and my cell phone rang, I knew I didn’t really have an excuse not to answer.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been… a little crazy,” I apologized.

There was a pause on the other end. “You don’t sound like you’re depressed over Derek.”

“I’m not.”

There was a longer pause. “You actually sound pretty happy.”

“…I am.”

No pause at all: “Did you hook up with somebody new?!”

I groaned and tried to obfuscate. “Why do you just automatically assume that? People aren’t all like you, you know. They can be