“You’re not gonna be . . . weird about this, are you?” she questions. “It’s been like three years. That’s long enough to be over . . . whatever it was going on between you guys, right? Because, girl, I love you and all, but I can’t have you being all sad Zoey again and making us stay home when the parties are going down. That would be social suicide.”
Nah, hate this girl already
