“Yeah, he’s just your fuckable friend who can’t play nice with your equally fuckable boyfriend,” she corrected with a chuckle. “All the while, your most fuckable friend of all—moi—had to spend the last weekend of summer listening to the sound of her mother’s headboard crashing against the bedroom wall because you’re too busy chasing boys to hang out with your bestie.” I winced. “Sorry.” “Whatever, bitch.” She rolled her eyes again. “Just take me with you next time.
