Lizzie stalked right past the boys with her nose cocked in the air, smacking the back of Gibsie’s head as she passed, not stopping until she was halfway up the table and dragging out an empty chair beside her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Pierce. “Hey—what was that in aid of?” Gibsie called after her. “Because you’re a dickhead,” Lizzie shot back. “And you’re a viper,” Gibsie muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his head. “Jesus.”
