“Can’t do it. I’m going to dinner with the soccer team and we’re all going to the game together.”
“You can’t just swing by and pick me up?”
“Get Dante to take you.” Trystan smiles at me. “That guy really likes you.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Then who is it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Covering up your phone when you text. That smile girls get when they like a guy. You’re doing it with someone. I just don’t know who.”
“I’m not doing it with anyone. I just broke up with my boyfriend.”
“And you’re using someone new to get over him.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Hey. I’m not judging. Everyone does it.”
I sigh. “I’m not dating anyone. And stop watching every little thing I do. It’s annoying.”
His phone dings, and he checks it, then sets it down.
“What do you think of Kristen?” I ask.
“Rich bitch.”
“What else do you know about her?”
He smiles. “I know she hates her mom. Like really fucking hates her.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s a bitch like her daughter. She had nannies raise Kristen while she traveled all over the world with her boyfriends. She’s been married five times and after each divorce she has to give some of her money to her ex. Kristen’s pissed her inheritance keeps getting lower with each of her mom’s marriages.”
“Didn’t her mom get a prenup?”
“Yeah, but the guys were smart. They asked for money if the divorce was because she cheated.”
“And she cheated?”
“Every single time. You’d think she’d be smart enough to not keep getting caught.”
“Why is Kristen so popular if everyone hates her?”
“We’re forced to like to her, or pretend we do. You just have to go along with it.”
“Why? Just because she’s rich?”
His phone rings, and he answers. “Yeah, we’re almost there. Did you see the game last night?” He continues talking sports to his friend for the rest of the drive.
We get to school, and I head to the office to drop off the form for my student ID.
“I was supposed to turn this in last week, but I forgot,” I say to the secretary, handing her the form.
She looks it over, adjusting her glasses to read it. “Your father needs to sign it.”
