CHAPTER FOUR — THE OTHER GUY

His name was Matovu.

He was intelligent, confident and popular.

Everyone liked him.

Especially the girls.

When he joined our class project, he immediately became close to Marilyn.

I pretended not to care.

Brian noticed.

“You're jealous.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.”

“I'm not.”

He laughed.

“You're watching them instead of watching your movie.”

I looked away.

But he was right.

For the first time, I was afraid.

Not of Matovu.

I was afraid of losing Marilyn.