He dropped my hand. “No one likes the nice guys,” he whined. “Girls always want the bad boys, like Ed or Ricky. Don’t you?” “No,” I said. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be alone with either one of them. The thought made me shiver. But at least Ant saw through Ed, saw him for the danger he was. “Why do you hang out with him? Ed, I mean.” Ant twitched like something had bit him. “I dunno,” he said, glancing at a spot over my shoulder, his voice gone vague. “I spend so much time thinking I’m messing everything up. With Ed, I don’t have to think at all.”
