“One of my best naps, Gwen. Thank you. I’m glad Bash stopped sulking and invited you to his party tonight.” Awkwardness descends between us because he most certainly did not. And based on the smug twist of Clyde’s lips and the murderous scowl Bash hits him with, we all know he didn’t. And yet, like a scolded child, Bash turns to me. “Gwen, would you like to come to the annoying party that West is hosting for me tonight?” He’s clearly only inviting me to be polite. The look in his eyes is practically begging me to decline. But beyond him, Clyde is nodding enthusiastically. I shrug. “Sure. I
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