Frog scrunches her face at me. “What? It’s not funny.” She comes in closer and whisper-hisses, “I thought you like her. I know I assumed it, but I’m usually not that far off. And she’s awesome. You should love her, actually. She’s that amazing, and she’s way better than you, honestly. Fuck you—” “Frog,” I laugh, touching my chest. “I’m Wonder Bread.” Her mouth drops. “Shut up.” “I’m not basic though.”
