To convince Dylan that I hadn't found out anything, I forced a smile and said, "Come on, don't be ridiculous."
"Spit it out. Did you dump flour on my pillow or smear soap water under my bed?" Dylan demanded, his voice full of certainty.
My eyebrow twitched hard. Oh, for the love of—who else but him would be bored enough to pull such childish pranks?
"No! I swear I didn't." Seeing how Dylan's brain worked, I felt a bit more at ease. While I reassured him, I tried to squeeze past the doorframe, wedging myself between him and my way out.
But in the blink of an eye, Dylan wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me back into his room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
What the hell? Had he completely lost it?
Now it was just the two of us in his room. I felt awkward, so I started
