RUBBY

"No not at all," I responded quickly. "Though he asked," I finally spilled the tea.

I watched Alex's face retort in anger. He clenched his fist and bit his teeth hard, fighting hard to suppress the anger that had built up in his chest.

"What do you know about him?"

"Nothing really, just that his name is Josh, and he seems nice," I responded; then it dawned on me how stupid I had been.

"Just his name Rubby? Aren't you better than that? Didn't you bother asking?"

"I did, but he ...