Scott kept chuckling to himself, and every laugh felt like a brick dropping directly onto my nerves. I sat frozen with my fingers lightly wrapped around the cool glass of water, staring at him as if staring long enough might make him forget whatever he was about to say. 

But no.. Of course not. My luck never worked like that. 

He looked at me, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. 

“You’re going to find it weird,” he said, almost shyly. 

I blinked. “Weird… ...