"Don't make me laugh," I said and looked away. I pretended to be offended because I couldn't do anything else. My pride wouldn't let me see beyond his words, although inside I felt the same as at Ethan's house, the same as the day he humiliated me.
"Why is it so hard to believe?" he questioned, looking puzzled.
"You don't even know me," I refused, as the first reason to contradict him. "You don't know what my favorite food is, my favorite movie, and much less have you spent time with me."
"I'm doing it now," he indicated confidently. "Your favorite food is fried fish with chips, and your favorite movie is Sense and Sensibility."
"Have you been spying on me!?" I asked, feeling disappointed and offended by such insolence. But immediately, the same spit I had thrown came back to m
