"But we're still on for studying for finals together, right?" he asked. Geoff had been a part of Lisette's economics study group from our first meeting, and he was the only other one who still met with us before each test.
"As long as Lisette's along to chaperone, sure." I smiled at him, picking up the second half of my sandwich.
"Like she'll let you study without her," he said.
"She's the one I have to kill, isn't she?" I asked. "She told you I was sick."
He looked uncomfortable. "I asked. She didn't want to tell me at first."
"But she did," I said. "Oh, well. I'm sure she thought it was for the best. She always does."
"She's a good friend, Shaw," he said.
"I know she is." A better friend than I deserved. I finished my sandwich. "And since she's the one who told you about my cancer, she should be the one to have to put up with all the tension between us." I said the word with deliberately exaggerated drama.
"You don't trust me?" he demanded.
"Maybe," I said, standing up and gathering up my trash and my bag, "I don't trust me."
With another grin over my shoulder, I threw away the trash and ducked out of The Dairy, feeling lighter than I had in days and leaving Geoff gaping at the table behind me.