“Not sleep with Angie.”
“Thank you for that reminder.”
“And since you want to know the chick you get it on with, sleep with Ally. You guys really know each other and already like each other.”
I roll my eyes. “As a best friend, yes.”
“Nah, man. More. I think you care so much because you love her, but you’re fighting it.”
“What the hell? What is wrong with everyone? When I wasn’t home, no one said this. Now, though, everyone is saying it. We’re best friends. That’s it.”
“Dude, girls and guys can’t be best friends.”
“Not true according to a study Ally read—”
“It is a complete bullshit study she is using and preaching so she doesn’t hump you. I’m telling you, I’ve hung out with you two. It’s the Ally and Asher Show, and you guys are one sideways glance away from attacking each other like cats in heat.”
I find that I’m forcing laughter. Not sure why. “You’re delusional.”
“I’m telling you, I’m in love, and I may have ignored things like this before. But now, I know all.”
“Aiden, you don’t know your head from your asshole,” I say dryly.
He laughs. “Actually, I do, thank you very much.”
“You’re so far from the truth, it’s pathetic. We’re best friends. Drop it.”
“Whatever, dude. You care too—”
“When can I get the keys?”
Aiden laughs. “I’ll have Shelli drop them off to you.”
“Great. Thanks, bye.”
I don’t even give him time to say goodbye before I hang up and put down my phone. I swipe through my alerts, checking my messages, but still nothing from Ally. What the hell? It doesn’t matter, though; I won’t text her. But I’m seriously confused. This isn’t like her. I’ve bitched at her before about Taco, and she didn’t care. She does what she wants. Why is this time so different?
As I finish cleaning up, I text Shelli about meeting up for the key. I’m waiting for a response when a text from Angie comes through.
Angie: Hey, wanna meet up tonight?
I don’t have anything to do, and I’m mad at Ally, so what the hell. A text pops up from Shelli, and she says she’ll give it to me this weekend at the tux fitting. I almost forgot about that. Damn it. Last thing I want to do. Oh well, I have more important things to worry about right now.
Me: Sure, what time?
Angie: There is a party here on campus. Wanna go?
Ew.
Me: I’m not really into parties. Want to go to the movies? Dinner?
Angie: Eh, the whole team is supposed to go. I already said I would.
Me: Cool. I’ll catch you later, then.
Angie: You sure?
Me: Yeah, maybe we can do something tomorrow.