“Missing your playmate already?” “Yes, because he’s always at Johnny’s house now,” Claire erupted, curls splaying wildly. “Going on trips with Johnny’s family, and sleepovers, and going to matches, and discos, and…and training.” She rolled her eyes to the heavens and fake gagged. “It makes me sick, Patrick. Like super sick.” “Don’t tell me that you’re jealous of Johnny Kavanagh.” “I’m not jealous of him,” Claire defended, cheeks turning bright pink. “I’m mad at him. He stole my best friend.”
