“I don’t get the appeal.” His eyes flash. “Of him. There is absolutely nothing special about Freddy Rook, and yet, you’re choosing to spend time with him over me. I thought we agreed to be friends.” “We are, but I want to go to the dance,” I hiss quietly. “It’s not about you. It’s not about him. It’s about me wanting to go to a silly high school dance with a cute boy and take pictures and embarrass myself on the dance floor. It has nothing to do with you.” I don’t even realize I’ve taken a step forward till I’m face-to-face with his collarbones and have to tip my chin upwards.
oh he's so jealous 🤭💗
