"None of them," I told her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Why would you even lie about that? I fucked Stellan and I'm still talking about it a year later." She laughed like she'd just told the best joke ever. But I just felt sick. Unbidden images of her perfect features wrapped around the boy I'd once loved filled my head, and suddenly, not even the perfect fried pickles on my plate held any charm. "You wish you'd fucked me," Stellan's voice interjected from behind me.
