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“He didn’t kiss me back,” I admitted, grimacing.
“That bloody idiot,” she growled, tone switching instantly.
“I’m the idiot, Claire,” I hurried to say, feeling just as mortified now as I was in his car on the drive of shame home. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“Was he mean to you?” she demanded. “Because I’ll kick his big rugby-loving ass if he was mean to you—”
“He wasn’t mean to me, Claire,” I croaked out. “He was…lovely.”
“No, Shannon, you’re the lovely one. He’s a dick,” Claire corrected angrily. “Because only a complete dick takes my best friend to his house, brings her up to his bedroom, and then, when she puts herself out there for the first time in her life, he goes and rejects her.”
“I kissed him, Claire,” I whispered. “Not the other way around.”
“And he clearly didn’t deserve your kiss,” Claire snipped. “You’re too good for the big eejit.”
“I thought you liked Johnny?”
“I used to,” she agreed angrily. “I used to think he was a good guy. I used to think he was better than that reputation of his,” she growled. “Not anymore.”
“It’s my fault, Claire.”
“No, Shan,” she growled. “He led you on, and you deserve so much better than having some rugby-head asshole do that.”
“He really didn’t,” I admitted. “It was all me.”
“I don’t care,” she snipped. “He’s an eejit.”
“What do I do now?” I asked, feeling unsure.
“What do you mean?”
“I have his jacket.” I confessed. “I need to return it to him.”
“Why do you have his jacket?”
“He gave it to me—” I paused before adding, “Actually this is the second one he’s given me. He gave me his coat after school, too, but that one was soaked from the rain so he gave me another one.”
“There you go,” she snapped. “Leading you on!”
“I don’t think that’s what he was doing,” I argued weakly. “He was just being nice, Claire.” Exhaling heavily, I added, “He’s just a really good guy.”
“Fine,” she sighed, relenting on her anger a little. “Just give his coat back to him at school tomorrow and be done with the big ape.”
“Okay,” I replied, sad at the thought.
“He’s a fool, you know,” she added. “You’re gorgeous, and kind, and sweet, and loyal, and a million other brilliant things he’ll never find in whores like that Bella Wilkinson.”
“Thank you,” I replied, appreciating her attempt to console me. It wasn’t true, of course, but her words did help. “But you’re not allowed to hate him because of this.”
“Really?” she whined. “Really?”
“He didn’t do anything wrong, Claire,” I pushed. “Seriously. He couldn’t have been nicer to me.”
“Then why didn’t he kiss you back?” she demanded.
“Because he doesn’t want me,” I bit out. “Obviously.”
“Then he’s insane,” she grumbled. “If I had a penis or liked girls, I would want you.”
