I barely know this girl, but I somehow don't want to see on her face that expression that everyone seems to gain when they see me, not after she's been so friendly and understanding thus far. I'm rambling, through, putting off the inevitable. Matty is watching me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I wish I could just say nothing at all. "I don't really feel well, no," I lie - sort of, because that situation in the gym had knotted