No sooner had I unfolded the note than Harmon snatched it out of my hands and squashed it in his fist. I couldn't help the way his protectiveness made me smile.
"Just the booze, Terry. Her cunt isn't available," he said, shooting the bartender an annoyed look before he turned to me. "Spill the tea. Did I use that right?"
"Yes," I said with a little giggle, amused every time he tried to sound cool. "So I might be into Jenny from art class. We made out a few times. I guess I like chicks now, which you somehow already know," I said nervously, watching him for a reaction.
"Jenny from art class is not hot enough for you but lit. Did I use that right?" he said, making me giggle again.
"Stop asking that. It's not bussin'," I said as the laughter died away. "Does this make me a freak? What
