“Carter,” I hiss, shooting him a warning look.
“—a guy. Or a girl, come to think of it. You know, to forget your ex.”
She stares at him, eyes wide, then leans forward to grab her laptop off the coffee table.
“I’m not even going to ask for the logic behind that.”
She slips on her coat and stomps out of the apartment, shaking her head. She really is in the worst mood ever this morning.
WHEN I GET TO CAMPUS,it doesn’t take me long to spot my friends sitting on a bench. I wander over and squeeze myself in next to them.
“What’s up, baby girl?” Lewis stretches his arm across the back of the seat.
“I’ve got a quiz in thirty, and I haven’t studied shit,” I groan, kicking at a stone.
“You never do, and you’re always fine.”
Adam pipes up. “It’s nearly Thanksgiving. Are we keeping the tradition alive this year?”
“Hell yeah!” Donovan chimes in.
Ever since we met, the four of us have celebrated Thanksgiving with Carter. None of us go home to our families—all of us fordifferent reasons. Lewis’s dad builds tree houses every day God gives him; Donovan doesn’t get along with his sister, and his dad is going to Poland. Adam’s mom is on her annual stint in rehab, and Carter only has Juliet, and she usually comes with us. As for me, my parents will probably be in Cuba, Hawaii, or Bora Bora. Even if they were home, I wouldn’t go. Two calls a year are more than enough for us.
“Do you know if Lois has plans?” Adam asks.
“No idea, but she probably won’t want to spend it with us.”
“Lane doesn’t want to share,” Lewis pouts.
I flip him the finger. “Not my fault I’m the only one she likes. Will Dexter Drake be gracing us with his presence?”
“No, he’s been having major introvert energy.”
“What a shame!”
“Well, what do you know! She’s right over there. Perfect timing. Let’s ask her.” Lewis waves. “Loooiis!”
I scan the crowd and laugh when I catch her rolling her eyes. She can’tstandhow Lewis always yells out at her. I notice Kirk standing behind her, but she doesn’t. Just as he’s about to walk over to talk to her, she starts picking her way toward us. Good. I’m sick of seeing her moon over him.
She tugs her beanie into place. “Do you guys ever actually go to class?”
“We take turns,” Don says. “We always need at least one Campus Driver on call. Business, baby.”
“Right. Business can’t be all that great, huh? Since you’re all just sitting here…”
“We’re in surveillance phase, Lois!” Lewis counters, taking a step toward her.
“Whoa, back up, buddy. I don’t want people thinking I like you, or anything.”
“Your girlfriend is mean,” he whines at me.
He pretends to walk away, but there’s a glint in his eye. This doesn’t bode well. In a flash, he swivels around, grabs her by the waist,and heaves her onto his shoulder, ignoring her screams as he spins around and around.
“She loooves me!” he yells.
“Now she definitely won’t want to join us for Thanksgiving.” Adam sighs.
When Lewis finally drops her to her feet, Lois staggers a few steps, blinking hard. I instinctively reach out a hand, and she grabs my wrist to steady herself.
