“No,” I say. “That’s okay. I think I’ll take my chances with Freddy.” I go to walk away, but Adrian’s hand latches onto my arm with a vice grip. “No?” His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips pulled into a deep frown. “What do you mean ‘no’?” “I’m going to be late for class.” He ignores me, his frown transforming into a full-blown scowl. “Why not?” “I’d rather go with Freddy.” “No, you wouldn't.” “Yes, I would.” “You have to be lying.” “I’m not. I think I’ll have a great time with him.”
