But as he went about his morning routine, he couldn’t stop mentally interlocking the pieces that fit her story so well. The way the other boys had suddenly started falling all over themselves every time she walked by. The way Max admitted to him just the other morning that he was powerless to stop her from flirting with Daniel Becker. And all the time, he, deaf him, was able to see the situation objectively. He was not relishing going to school that day, especially after having totally bailed on Gabrielle last night, even for a late-night video chat. But he had missed enough school while he was with Dean, and frankly he was worried about Portia. She had been so convinced of her own story, so convincing. He couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for him to slip right back into the “thinking only of Portia” mode. Maybe now that they had reopened their lines of communication, things could go back to normal with them. Maybe even progress past normal.
