“Oh please!” Nia said. I realized then that she was actually annoyed, not just hunting for gossip. “You were grumpy all last night. Then just now! Why were you so damn salty? Yeah, maybe Diamond could’ve told you she was going to invite her friends—who you made absolutely no effort to talk to, by the way—but don’t you think you’re being a punk about this?” I flinched, properly admonished. Nia had put in a lot of work organizing everyone just to make me happy, and I’d managed somehow, someway, to not be. Always over men, I thought with a pang of guilt.
