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Her mouth drops open. “Did your ex eat you out?”

“No.”

“Have you given him head?”

“Like three times, maybe.”

She looks at the ceiling. “Oh my God. Have you ever been on top?”

I wince. “I don’t know if I can keep having this conversation.”

“That’s how you come, Kylie. God, Evan sounds like a fucking bore.”

I laugh, and then it slowly dies. “How do you know all of this?”

“The great world wide web, girl.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. You live under a rock. But that’s okay. I bet Nash will eat it up anyway.”

I close my eyes and blush. “Don’t say that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“How are you and Koda?” I ask.

“Other than him texting some other bitch, we’re fine.”

I sit up and gasp. “What? I didn’t know.”

“No, it was something on Instagram. She replied to his story, and he said yeah, and I got pissed.”

Okay, that’s not that bad. “Are you guys together?”

She exhales. “No. Which is why I can’t get mad about it. We’re just fucking around. I knew it wasn’t serious from the beginning.”

“It still sucks.”

She nods. “He says he won’t do it again, but you know how that goes. We’re young. We either have it or we don’t, and I’m not chasing him.”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

“Fuck that!” she shouts.

“Fuck that!” I scream. We laugh in each other’s faces.

“Let’s go back out and dance,” she says, and drags me up.

Down the hall, she leans in. “Take it from me, Kylie. Don’t get too serious about Nash.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious. Don’t let your feelings get in the way. Guys are so fleeting. They’re not that deep.”

“I won’t,” I say.

We go down the stairs and start dancing.