“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. If I did, I wouldn’t have been making out with you last weekend, Pidge. Or it is PJ? I thought it was Pidge when we first met at that party, but I’ve heard other people say PJ.”
PJ knew which party he meant. Taylor and Billy had been calling him Pudge and PeePee and other names. None as bad as the ones just now. Why was Giant out here talking to such a stupid loser?
“It’s PJ. But Pidge is fine.”
“If it’s PJ I’ll call you PJ. Jeez, it’s not like it’s too much work to get a person’s name right.”
“No, I—I never liked PJ. Pidge is good.” “Pidge” made him think of Giant’s softer voice asking, “Are you okay?”
“Okay. Pidge.”
Pidge felt warm. “Is Giant your for-real name?”
Giant laughed, lips curving around the neck of the bottle in a way that
