(Kyle)
The Diner closes and I spot Malory walking out with a blonde girl who looks our age. I walk out of the bookstore and into the cold again and she spots me from the distance and waves.
“Hey,” I say, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets.
“Katy,” Malory says, “This… is Kyle Davidson.”
“Oh, so you’re that Kyle Davidson I keep hearing about,” she says, staring me down from my feet to my hair.
“Uhh,” I turn to Malory, “How many people have you told about me exactly?”
“Like everyone?” She says, smirking and shaking her head with an eye roll.
I smirk. “I didn’t know I was that important.”
“You’re so thick-headed,” She says, turning to Katy, “See? I told you he was a prick.”
“You didn’t tell me he got a haircut,” Katy replies.
Malory scoffs, “Ye
