“Me, too,” Chip murmurs. He hopes Bobby doesn’t ask what for, because he still doesn’t really know, but if Jen’s mad at him about something then chances are, Bobby is, too. “I didn’t…I mean, I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s my fault.” Pulling his knees up to his chest, Bobby frowns at his shoes as he plucks the blades of grass in front of him. “I really didn’t expect to see anyone from school here, you know? I just wanted to hang out without having to fake it for once. That’s all.”
Chip watches him openly. This close, the boy is gorgeous. That hair, those eyes… “Fake what?”
But Bobby shakes his head and laughs a little, amused at himself. “I should’ve known you’d be here.”
“Why?” Chip feels bitterness creeping into his voice and tries to tamp it down without success. “Because I’m a flaming fai
