“You two are dating?” Maven asks. She claps her hands together and squeals. “Oh, my god. This makes me so happy.” “Sorry to burst your bubble, kid,” I say. “It’s fake. We don’t like each other like that.” “Why not?” Maven’s smile falls into a frown. “You two are always laughing with each other. I see you look at her when you think no one is watching. Plus, Lacey is so fun and so pretty. You can’t do much better than her.”
