But he has a determined look on his face, and I’m starting to suspect that the easiest option would be to just let him walk me home. Not that I am actually going to let him walk me home. I live about ten blocks away, and I figure after three or four blocks I’ll just point out a random building and tell him it’s mine. Then I’ll be free of Real Kevin forever. “Fine,” I grumble. “Let’s go.”
I HATE THIS SO MUCH. This is the dumbest thing ever. Like she is making it so easy. For him.
