“About what?” I whispered back, clueless.
Her eyes went wide. “About Amber.”
“Oh, no. No.” My stomach clenched, and I waved a finger in her face. “I am not doing anything about her. She can learn about Cal the hard way. Like I did.”
“Lex—” She crossed her arms. “You can’t really mean that. The girl’s an idiot and a bit conceited—”
She aimed a glare at me. “Okay, a lot conceited, but still. You can’t let her suffer through what you did, at least not without warning her.”
“We don’t even know that Cal will be the same way with her.” I crossed my arms too, trying to be as stubborn as she was. “Hell, he was still following me down the halls a couple of hours ago.”
“He’s following you again?” She looked like she wanted to smack me. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or wait for me to get rid of Rocio?”
“Because you can’t protect me forever!” I clapped a hand over my mouth. I hadn’t meant to yell. We were supposed to be whispering for a reason.
She grimaced. “You may be right about that, but you know I’m right about Amber.”
Guilt moved in and set up residence next to my longtime roommate, shame. “Fine. I’ll tell her something. But I’m not going to like it.”
“I don’t care, as long as you do it.” Alexis laughed. “By the way, you better expect me to stick close to you for the next few weeks. And I don't care whether you like that or not.”
I stuck my tongue out at her when she turned for the locker room. She looked back and caught me.
“I hate you so much right now,” I muttered.
“No, you don’t.” She giggled. “Now, come on.”