“He openly flirted with you,” Gwen points out. I turn to her. “Doesn’t he flirt with everyone?” “Not me,” she’s quick to answer. “No one flirts with you, G.” This comes from Eric, who has his back to us but must still be listening to our conversation. “You scare the shit out of every guy on campus.” “I do not.” “You kind of do,” I say quietly. She turns to glare at me and I shrug. “I barely know you and you terrify me.”
