“So how’s school?” He shrugs. “How’s having two girlfriends?” “I don’t have two girlfriends,” I exhale testily. “Sure you don’t, Saint Will,” he says. “I’ve never seen a guy check out a girl’s ass as often as you did Olivia’s last night, but yeah, nothing going on there at all.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Cool. Because if you’re not in those pants, I’d like to be, so I’m going to take my shot.” I feel like I can’t breathe.
