“Are you sure you have time to hang out?” I ask. I’m standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed, because there’s no room for me on there. “Should I even be here right now?” Demi glares at me. “I’ll kill you if you leave.” I can’t tell if she’s joking. That’s the problem with being into a chick who’s into murderers.
EL. OH. EL.
