“Hey.” It’s Jeremy’s voice, but I don’t dare look up at him. “Can we sit down?”
“Hey, Jeremy,” Theo greets him, and from the corner of my eye I see Jeremy give him a brief nod. “Yeah, sure, have a seat.”
I’d forgotten that Theo and Amy know Jeremy—once, they saw me getting into his car, and since they’re both nosy as hell, they came over to see who the owner was.
Soon everyone starts talking, the conversation mostly driven by Amy, who’s chattering away like a damn parrot. But honestly, I’m not paying attention.
“You okay?” Ryan asks softly.
“I don’t want to be here,” I whisper under my breath.
I can’t stand this. Jeremy is acting like nothing ever happened between us, and I just f*****g hate him for it.
Sadie squeezes my hand under the table, and I know she’s more focused on me than
