Bridget poked her head in my room just as I was contemplating whether to wear my hair up or down. Her question had sounded more like an accusation, and her face was twisted into a frown. “Some lame party,” I mumbled into my chin while trying to connect the latch on my necklace. Bridget stepped toward me with an annoyed huff. “Here, let me help you.” “What are you so mad about?” I had actually gotten used to Bridget being somewhat pleasant to live with the past few months, but tonight her old edge was creeping back into her voice. “I’m not mad.” She clipped my necklace together, then stepped back and sighed. “I think Rick is avoiding me.” Bridget and Rick had been dating steadily since New Year’s Eve, but lately, his daily phone calls had tapered off to a couple times a week. Clark and I hadn’t gone out again since New Year’s Eve but we spoke on the phone a few times, and from what Clark would tell me it sounded like Rick really liked her.
