“You obviously don’t understand the point of giving advice,” Mickayla complained as she pushed a fry into her mouth.
I tucked a curly strand of brown hair away from my face and shrugged my shoulders. “You came to me because you heard about my past, didn’t you?”
A guilty look overcame her face. “Clark might have mentioned that you were pretty well-known with the guys before you two got together.”
I frowned at the thought of Clark judging me and sharing my less than flattering moments with Mickayla.
“He didn’t say anything more,” Mickayla rushed to defend her brother. “But it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”
“I was.” At her confused look, I clarified using her phrasing. “I was ‘popular with the guys’.”
“Was it all like… about that?”
thatI folded my arms and leaned back in my
