I’m sorry to break it to you, Emilie, but the DONC was just a playdate. A day where two people blew off school and screwed around downtown. That’s it.” “Um, okay, then.” I blinked back big, fat tears of humiliation. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Em, but that’s all it wa—” “Got it.” I thrust his jacket at him and went back to the car,
B. FREAKING. S. NICK.
