“I can’t stand girls like that.” Jake shakes his head. “I mean, what if Mikayla were my girl, and we’re on a date?” He quickly looks at me then faces Heidi. “I’m not saying we are . . . But it’s obvious we were kind of together. I mean, we walked up to the register together.” He shrugs. “I don’t know. It just seems disrespectful to Mikayla if, you know, she were my girl.”
