“Whatever, man. Just saying. You can’t take your eyes off her. It’s almost like you’re jealous.” I resolve, right here and now, to not look over there again. “Of Emmett Bush?” I snort. “That’ll be the day. I’ll start highlighting my hair and going for facials to get his Ken-doll glow just so I can be more like him.” “You definitely don’t sound jealous at all,” Theo mocks. I take another aggravated swig. “Good. Cause I’m not.”
