I wasn’t supposed to be here.

I should’ve been at the diner with Joey, pretending to care about her latest cheer routine while she twirled her hair and called me “baby” every five seconds. But I wasn’t.

Instead, I was in my room, staring at my stupid phone, listening to her angry voice on the other end.

“You’re ditching me? Again?” she snapped.

I ran a hand through my hair. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it, Blake? You think I’m dumb enough to believe you’d ...