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I take another sip and turn around, resting my back against the wall so I can watch the party instead.

Milo is quick to mirror me.

For a while, neither of us says anything. We just watch our friends have fun while we die a little bit inside.

Paige is dancing with Kody, the two of them looking more in love than ever. Dylan is making out with his boyfriend, Brandon, without a care in the world. And apparently, Jalen got sidetracked on his mission to find me another beer because his tongue is currently halfway down Mikayla’s throat.

All in all, just another perfect Friday night for the teenagers of Fairhope High.

Everyone seems to be having the time of their lives.

Everyone except me.

Then again, what else should I expect from Friday the thirteenth? Birthday or not, nothing good could possibly happen tonight.

Case in point—Milo is still standing right beside me.

“Are you okay with that?” he says all of a sudden, his tone uncharacteristically angry for some reason.

“Okay with what?”

Jaw locked up tight, he tips his chin toward Jalen.

I follow his gaze and shrug. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I thought…” He trails off.

“You thought what?”

“I heard you two were together now.”

“So they got to you too, huh?” A bitter laugh slips out of me.

Milo’s brows pull together in confusion.

“I never thought you’d be the type to listen to gossip,” I clarify before taking another sip of my beer.

Shame flashes across his face, and for one ridiculous second, I feel guilty for putting it there.

“You’re right.” He runs a hand through his curls. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No. You shouldn’t have.”

“But it’s not exactly like you’ve made it easy for me to know what’s going on in your life.”

“There’s nothing going on in my life.”

“Max…”

“My life isn’t that interesting, Milo. There’s nothing to tell.”

I don’t know if it’s my cold tone, the complete lack of emotion, or if Milo has simply reached the end of his patience with this whole charade. Whatever the reason, something in him finally gives.

Before I can react, he takes the beer from my hand and tosses it aside.

“Hey—”

Whatever I was going to say dies on my lips the second I feel his hands on my forearms.