Her eyes widen. “Are you calling my parents liars?”
I shrug. “Well, it came from somewhere.”
“Fuck you.” She jumps up and gathers her trash. “Take me back.”
“Gladly,” I retort.
“Ugh. I don’t know why you’re pissed at me when you’re also guilty. Your attitude sucks.”
I honestly feel bad that I’ve upset her, but I’m hurt. And I can’t help it.
Cassie dumps her trash in the bin nearby and starts back to where I parked.
Whatever. It’s better this way. I don’t want her giving me that sweet smile or adoring look.
I don’t want to know her.