Again Again

by E. Lockhart

“I didn’t think you seemed happy,” said Jack. “You didn’t?” “No. I thought you seemed interesting.”

“Stop,” she said. “You don’t get to make me the bad guy here. You don’t.” Sweat ran down her neck. “What you really mean is, I’m not that into you. But that’s not what you say. You say there’s something I did wrong, because that takes the heat off you.

And she didn’t want him because he fit an idea in her head that was labeled boyfriend. In many ways, he didn’t fit.