The Decuplets

Pressed by Gage?

Ella

I couldn't get one foot through the cafeteria before Gage caught up with me.

"Ella! I've been looking for you everywhere! Seriously, are you avoiding me?"

I considered whether I could walk away again. I figured it was too late to ignore him at this point. "Maybe a little. Why do you need me?"

"Because I learned a very interesting piece of information that I wanted to double check with my friend about."

"And what would that information be?"

"That you hooked up with Cam," he said with a nonchalant smirk.

"Yes, thank you, but I was there, so unfortunately I am aware."

Gage frowned. "I take it it wasn't good."

"No, that's not what I mean. I don't remember how it was. My mouth was numb. I was shitfaced, Gage. Ridiculously drunk." He tried to cut me off, but I went on. "No one seems to remember that I didn't want to get with him until I was 10 shots in. I. Didn't. Want. To. Get. With. Cam!!!"

"Woah, El, it's not the worst thing ever. So you guys made out? It really doesn't change anything. He's not going to make it awkward, you're not going to make it awkward." He laughed to himself and added, "As long as you don't tell him how much you hated it."

"God, no, I'm not saying that. Of course not, idiot," I insisted as I threw a fry at him.

"Then no harm done." He waited for the worry to wash off my face. "Ella, don't sweat it."

"I'm sorry, it's not about anything you think. It's something else...I can't say."

He grinned. "You'll tell me one day. I'm very persuasive."

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Fine, Gage."