“All right,” she said slowly, “but the other things? Knowing if I’m lying? And — him?” She dropped her gaze down to their entwined hands, and stroked her thumb against his fingers. “We’re in the same class, I can’t not see him,” she pointed out.
“That…well, I can’t be sure what I think about that yet, I’m afraid,” Isaac murmured apologetically and lifted his eyes to lock with hers, clearly hesitating. “I’d like to think that you wouldn’t lie to me about your feelings for me, because if you are, then how can I know what I feel is real?” He added on then, a bewildered frown twisting his features before it was immediately replaced by a petulant scowl. “Well, maybe I’ll start sitting in on these classes then.”
“You said you could tell if I was lying!” she said, seriously confused. The conversation had gotten a lot more tangled suddenly. “And that you were worried about how he was affecting me — he’s not affecting me, Isaac. I didn’t … we don’t sit near each other, and I don’t talk to him … ” She sighed. “I guess I should tell you the whole story?”