“He was holding your hand! And you two were close and cozy, whispering about… well, something private, I’m sure…”
Abject disbelief took over her entire face. “He wasn’t holding my—Wait. My right hand?”
I nodded.
“I asked him to check if my hand had been blessed by Euphridia, just like yours!”
I looked between her and my own right hand several times. “So… you weren’t… I mean—”
The first wave of water splashing me across the face was utterly permissible under Article 37, subsection F of the Best Friend Act (BFA for short), colloquially known as “Punishments for Mistaken for Couple Trope.” However, the subsequent swells, accompanied by hysterical laughter, were just a bit too much.
“Keugh! Kak! Stop!” I shouted, splashing back in defense. “It’s going up my nose!”
“Yeah? Hopefully, it’s rinsing off your brain!” Despite her words, she stopped. “I can’t believe you thought he and I were…”
I plugged one nostril to blow out the water in the other. “Why is that so weird?”
“Rae, I’ve only known him for, like, a hot minute! And besides… Rule eight of the Girl Code?”
“Rule eight…” I frowned. “Give a head’s up if the stall is out of toilet paper?”
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for toilet paper in this world. Even that cheap, single-ply stuff!
“No, no going out with your BFF’s ex or crush!”
I felt my jaw drop, leaving myself completely defenseless. “I-I don’t! I don’t have a crush on him!”
