What the fuck is this girl saying?
All of Andrew’s pointed at me?—
his eyes, his smile, his hips, his feet…
“I’m deadass about you.”
We’re caught staring for a heartbeat.
Then he says lower,
“Let’s leave. Just us.
“Anywhere you wanna go.”
I pretend to think?—
“Mm. Yeah, no. Real tempting, though.”
His head falls back with a groan.
“C’mon, angel. You still tryna play hard to get?” His brow cocks, amused. “Act all tough if it helps. Don’t change what’s happenin’ here.”
Elle’s eyes widen very loudly. “Seriously? Screwin’ over meandyour dead best friend in one night?”
Andrew tips his chin. “Allison.”
I narrow my eyes. “Andrew.”
“Come with me,” he repeats, softer this time.
Elle glances at her phone, muttering under her breath, “Cool. So I’ll just fuck myself tonight.”
Andrew pays her no attention.
I panic.
“Okay, so this was fun,” I rush to say, needing to get the words out before his force field pulls me back in. “Thanks for the invite, though,” I add, as if my pulse isn’t dry humping my skin. “I got a calendar full of made-up obligations and fake meetings.”
Sure, act dumb and dip out—an AJT classic.
I gesture vaguely behind me.
“Some other time?” I nod. “‘Kay?
“Cool.
“Bye.”
Andrew’s smile fades fast.
It’s all charm and jokes,
until I’m turning my back.
Then he bleeds.
“Allison—fuck, wait?—”
