“You look like a teenage girl who got kissed by a Jonas brother. Are you going to swoon? Not wash your face for a week?” “Get outta here.” I glance out the window, trying not to laugh. Ford is a mouthy prick, though. He doesn’t let up. “You gonna touch your cheek and make out with your hand later?” I punch him playfully this time, laughing while cussing him out. “Fuck you, man.” “I bet you’ll actually use your hand to—”
