"Do you feel fictional?" Dinah asked pointedly. "Because I feel pretty damn real, and that's enough for me."
It had to be enough, because going down that 'what if we're fictional?' path would be enough to drive anyone mad.
Dinah might have looked a little bit like a deer in headlights at Jennifer's glee at the thought of digging up dirt on Dean. Yeah, she really did not want to be in the middle of this conversation.
She had only started to read the first of the books about Dean before she'd realized how personal they were. And judging from his reaction to them, she'd always had a feeling that they only got worse.
She didn't know Jennifer very well, but she had a feeling that urging her not to go digging up Dean's dirt would only confirm that there was something about Dean in the library.
Not to mention the fact that she was starting to wonder if Dean actually had informed Jennifer and Murphy that he was sleeping with anyone else. If he hadn't, she thought each one deserved to know. He might have been a good friend, but no one deserved to be cheated on or led on. She knew that all too well.
"So, you and Dean?" she asked, not really sure how to politely phrase the question. Are you serious? Do you like him?
Why did she suddenly feel like she was in junior high?