“We don’t have to be friends. We can just be neighbours or something.” I shrug. “Takes the pressure off. Pretty sure my dad was just pimping me out because he thinks I’m lonely.” “Are you?” Gage asks, sitting down on the window seat. I sit on the other side, leaving Slash between us. “Kind of. Sometimes. Yes. Not all the time. I’m not friend material. I’m weird and proud of it.” Gage points at himself. “And you think I’m friend material? I’ve literally pushed away everyone good in my life because I’m selfish and a bit of a dick.”
