Just do it, and quit playing games, because you’re hurting people.” “Shut up, Wes.” I was crying again, and I hated him at that moment. For not understanding, but also for being right. I’d thought, regardless of the prom situation, that he was the one person who had understood about my mom. I wiped my cheeks with the backs of my knuckles. “You don’t know shit about my mom, okay?” “God, don’t cry, Liz.” He swallowed and looked panicked.
