lie rolls off my tongue. I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow. More times than not, Craig’s parties get wild, and I’m not in the mood to deal with bullshit tonight. “What do you have to do tomorrow?” Amanda questions. I have no intention of inviting her over to stay, and Amanda’s annoyed I’m changing our usual routine. She doesn’t like to feel rejected, which is where this is headed. “Just things with my mom. Not that big of a deal.” I jerk my wrist to loosen her hold. I don’t understand why girls need to hold hands. One or both ends up sweaty. It’s gross and pointless. “Whatever.” She
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