“What? You want your best friend to have a good time on his date, don’t you?” I narrow my eyes at him, annoyed and a little confused. Cade just stares at him, his face briefly going through a few different expressions before he just sighs and looks at me again. “He really likes Italian food. Have fun.” “This was stupid,” I say as soon as he walks away. “It’s not your fault your boyfriend’s bestie wishes he was your boyfriend’s boyfriend.” “What?” “He’s been friendzoned. And is jealous.”
