walking toward us in his usual
cheerful way. His smile dissolved
when he noticed us, hands locked
together and eyes wearing worry.
Uh, what’s going on? But
what was going on was obvious.
Hurt wrinkled his face as if
he’d suddenly aged thirty years.
My stomach lurched, roller-
coaster-style. “We need to
talk,” I started. I was wavering,
and Kyle must have felt it in the way
my hand trembled. He grabbed
control. Dude, you’re not going
to like this, but Summer and
I hooked up yesterday.
Matt’s reaction was swift.
What the fuck are you talking
about? Summer? And what
exactly does “hook up” mean?
My face flared, dry-ice hot, and
I saw Matt’s eyes flood with sudden
understanding. “Oh God, I’m so
sorry. I never meant to hurt—”
Kyle totally lost it. Shut up,
Summer. Don’t you dare make
excuses. Then, to Matt. That’s
right. We did it. And we’ll do it
again. She’s really good, so you
know. And she’s mine. Understand?