Someone spots Jack. “Homewrecker!” she screams. Charlie stops in his tracks and turns around. I fist his shirt before he charges away from me. “I’m straight!” he yells at them. “There is no Oslie!” “It’s okay, Charlie,” a girl pipes in. “We know you want it to be a secret. We know you’re not ready ye—” “Fuck you,” he sneers. “Oh my God, Charlie, can you say that to me too?!” someone jumps up and down.
Wtf
