“Wait—what do you mean, you haven’t decided if you’re going?” I give a helpless shrug. “You’re not fucking going, Hannah!” His sharp voice makes me wince. “Says who? You? Because last I checked, you and I aren’t dating. We’re just fooling around.” “Is that what you really—” He stops, his mouth twisting in a scowl. “You know what? I guess you’re right. I guess we’re just fooling around.”
