“Just hook up with another girl.” Henry shrugs. Not really the kind of advice I’m used to getting from him, so I peer over suspiciously. His eyebrows are up, an annoying look on his face—he’s goading me. Trying to prove a point. “No.” I shrug indifferently. “Why?” “Don’t want to.” I shrug defiantly as I climb into my car. Turn the ignition on as quick as I can so there’s a sound filling the space in my head, but the question comes anyway: why don’t I want to?
he just wants to be with daisy
