“Just like Jake,” Amie Jo complained. “Do you know how hard I had to work senior year to make sure you two didn’t get together?” “What?” I snapped. “Remember how he asked you to Homecoming and changed his mind?” she said. “He told you? Of course he told you. He said he changed his mind and was taking you. You were more his type.” My voice was two octaves higher than usual. “Jake didn’t ask you to Homecoming. I did. And then I pretended to dump you for me,” Amie Jo insisted.
