Jealousy is Subjective

When Rose finally made her way to the yard and saw me, she smiled, a cordial smile, however.

Not the type of smile you give someone you're genuinely happy to see but the kind you'd show to avoid awkwardness in a silent room.

"Now I'm done, you can ramble on if you please."

Sheesh, a bit hurtful to know that's how she saw it.

"Well Rose, I've got to tell you something, and I don't know how you'll take it." Suddenly I didn't know if I could tell her, what if she confronted Cedric about it? What if she simply couldn't look at him the same and he noticed? Rose tends to wear her heart out on her sleeve and at this specific point in time, I couldn't afford such a big fuck up.

If Cedric even suspected that I was anything other than completely innocent there was a big possibility I wouldn't make it out alive, and although I didn't count on my survival, I did hope for it and I wouldn't screw myself over on purpose.