I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact. “No.”
“No?” Jonah asked, eerily calm. I didn’t trust myself to look at him.
I shook my head. “No, he kissed me.”
Jonah was silent so I continued to speak: “I just came over here to throw away the food and…he followed me, I guess, and he kissed me.”
“Okay, cool,” I looked up and saw Jonah looking towards the stadium behind him. His hands were in his pockets and he was impatiently tapping his foot.
“It’s not cool,” I replied, shaking my head. “I didn’t want him to kiss me.”
Jonah whipped his head towards me, his face blank of emotion. “But you let him.”
“What was I supposed to do?” I snapped. “Push him away?”
Jonah’s eyes bugged out of his head at my stupidity. “That’s exactly what you were supposed to do!”
I glared at him, my arms cross
