HAZEL
“What are you talking about?” I stare at him in confusion.
“I’m talking about Larry. Can’t you tell that he likes you.”
“He doesn’t. Why would you even think that?” The line is moving and we gravitate forward. “Larry and I… I wouldn’t exactly call us enemies but we aren’t friends either. Not in the conventional sense of the word.”
“So, I’d imagined it then? The way he was glaring whenever I’d touch you?”
“That’s most likely because you humiliated him by winning.”
“It’s not my fault I’m a more superior bowler.” He shrugs, unapologetic. It gets to our turn and we order tacos and drinks. On our way back to join the others, I pull on Asher’s sleeve.
“Hey,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare go around repeating that s**t to the others. Not that I believe it but I don’t want anyone getting
