Sloane asking me about Alexander was completely expected of her, but it was brought up so quickly that I didn’t even have enough time to think of a lie. I just sat on my bed, staring at her like I didn’t know of anyone by the name, Alexander. 

“What?” I asked, my eyes wide in pretend shock. 

“What do you mean, what? Where’s Alexander?” she asked again, her brows furrowed. 

“Oh—yeah, Alex,” I smiled. 

“Yeah, Alex. Where is he?” 

“He’s—um, he’s got stuff ...