“Are you going to the library?” “Maybe.” I smirk, snatching my backpack. I haven’t been in the library for two years, but to finally get to see her? I’d go to the end of the fucking earth. “I still need to talk to her,” he says lazily. “Maybe I should come with you.” “Don’t you fucking dare,” I threaten him with a smile on my face, and he laughs again. “Bye, Clay.” “Bye, Colt-on.” Clay moans, and I show him two middle fingers. Moron.
