Steven rolled his eyes. “Fine.” I could tell he was annoyed and a little hurt, which made me feel both smug and sorry for him. He wasn’t used to being left out of things the way I was.
We went out to practice on the road that led down to the other side of the beach. It was quiet. There was no one else out on the road, just us. We listened to Jeremiah’s old Nevermind CD from a million years ago.
“It’s hot when a girl can drive stick,” Jeremiah explained above Kurt Cobain. “It shows she’s confident, she knows what she’s doing.”
I put the car into first gear and eased my foot off the clutch. “I thought boys liked it when girls were helpless.”
“They like that too. But I just happen to prefer smart, confident girls.”
“Bull. You liked Taylor, and she’s not like that.”
He groaned and stuck
