Suddenly, a grin forms on his lips. He takes a step back, as if he wants to get a better look at me. “Why didn’t I notice it before?” Drake laughs, running a palm over his face. “You know I fucked Ava? Well, genius, I saw you dance with her. Throwing a tantrum just because the girl you want chose another guy?” I start laughing because his words are ridiculous. “I don’t want that girl. I don’t even like her. She’s just annoyed the fuck out of me since the day I met her. Nothing else.” “Keep telling yourself that; maybe you’ll start to believe it,”
