“And don’t worry,” I say, casting her a glance up and down like I’m checking her out. Like I ever checked her out when she was sleeping over at my house or naked in a dressing room with me. “I was never tempted. You ain’t got what Liv’s got.” And I stroll out of the classroom—and the school—quickly bringing up all of her different accounts and screenshotting all the shit I just bluffed I had on her before she deletes it.
PERIODDDDDDDDDDD
