“I-I don’t think she likes him in that way.” “Uh-huh. Do you like her in that way?” he asks, and I halt in my tracks. “I don’t. The only reason I did what I did is because I hate liars.” “And yet you lie,” Clay says, holding my gaze. “I’ve never ever seen you so riled up over a chick.” “Exactly. I’ve never met someone who doesn’t give a shit about me and isn’t afraid to tell me to fuck off or slap me across my face. She’s the first one, and I’m not handling the disrespect too well.”
