Lane frowns. “It’s not for me.”
“Where’s all the junk food and the good snacks?”
“Here!” I drop my haul into Lane’s cart, and Lewis looks back and forth between us while Lane chews on his lip.
“You guys are shopping for each other,” he says, jaw hanging.
Lane groans as he watches his friend take a photo of the scene. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I need to show Dexter Drake—the poor guy is still feeling guilty about the whole couch thing.”
I don’t understand a single world Lewis is saying, and his reaction is making me feel awkward.
“Give me that,” snaps Lane.
While he runs after Lewis, I head to the checkout. I can’t take my eyes off the cart. I don’t know why I picked out Lane’s food, or why he did the same for me. I have to admit, it’s weird.
When it’s my turn to pay, it takes me a few tries to make sense of what the cashier is asking me.
“That your guy?” she repeats.
“What?”
“O’Neill. Are you guys dating?”
“Who?”
She rolls her eyes, pointing at something behind me. “Lane!”
I frown. And then it dawns on me. She’s a student at SHU, too.
“No. Hell no!”
She narrows her heavily made-up eyes. “I’ve never seen him in here with a girl.”
“He’s just a friend.”
The words sound off to me, but she seems satisfied.
“Ninety-three dollars and sixty-two cents,” she says.
I hand her the money, and she beams at me as she hands back my change. It takes a second for me to get what’s going on—the smile wasn’t for me at all. I didn’t notice Lane coming up behind me.
“How’s it going, Zoey?” He grins at her.
She fiddles with her necklace. “Going good.”
“Sweet.”
“Are you coming to Jonas’s party?”
“When’s that, again?”
“November twelfth.”
I raise an eyebrow at the date, and Lane sighs.
“We’ll see,” he mumbles. He’s done a complete one-eighty.
