We drove to her house in silence. “Next time, I’ll introduce you to a guy.”
I shrugged carelessly. “He probably won’t be interested in me," I retorted, pulling into the driveway of her house.
“I bet he will. You’re pretty and funny; what isn’t there to be interested in?” she grinned.
I laughed loudly. “Why do guys go to parties?”
As if the answer was clear to her, she pursed her lips. “Not all guys go there just to hook up.”
I shrugged. “Most of them do.”
She rolled her eyes before a slow grin spread across her face. “You don't have to talk to guys. I mean, I don't see a reason not to, unless, of course, you’re in love with my brother.”
I choked on the sip of Arizona I’d taken, the cold drink pouring down the wrong pipe. She’s lucky we didn’t leave yet or else I would have caused a
