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“I am,” Leo said.

“Liar!” RJ slammed his hands down on the table. “Where were you the night of Wednesday September 17th?”

“Um...I have no idea.”

“What does that have to do with it?” I asked. I had no idea where I was that night either.

“It has everything to do with it.” RJ slammed his hands down on the table again. “Were you or were you not at Odegaard on the night of Wednesday, September 17th?”

Oh.

“Ummm...” Leo looked very confused.

“And how far exactly have you gone with my sister?” Liam asked.

“I am not comfortable talking about this with her little brother.”

“Then let me ask it,” RJ said. “How far exactly have you gone with my cousin?”

Leo looked at me. “What the heck is going on?”

I took a deep breath. “Leo, were you at Odegaard that night? And have you been texting me for months and not telling me who you are? And pulling me into dark closets and making out with me? And going to third base a couple times now? Today even. In the photo development room?” I gestured to my disheveled appearance.

“Did you just say you sucked someone’s dick in the photo development room?”

“No!” I said.

“You kind of did just say that...”

“Answer her questions!” Sophie said.

“I have no idea what any of you are talking about. I’ve never been to Odegaard. And I’ve only kissed Scarlett twice. And I think I’d remember if we’d gone to third base. Especially if it just happened today. And is that a hickey?”

I slapped my hand over my neck. “I thought I was hooking up with you!”

“Why would you think it was me? You just told me this morning that you wanted to wait to have sex at the Sadie Hawkins dance, and I was being respectful waiting.”

“I never said that!” I turned to my friends. “I never said that.”

“Maybe that’s just what I heard,” Leo said. “Either way, I’m still down if you are.”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to me!”

“I don’t think I ever lied. I’m still very confused right now. Like I always am in my conversations with you, baby.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I thought you liked it.”

Gah! It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t lie. Because it felt like he’d lied. “Why did you just go along with all that stuff I said if you didn’t know what I was talking about?”

“Because I find hanging out with you very thrilling and I love a good thrill.”

I groaned. Of course he liked a good thrill! He was a convict! “Are you a repeat offender, just like my dad said?”