"Maybe I should try dating again," I muse sipping the mango juice Cam just threw to me. It's my favourite, he says.
"Again? You've had a boyfriend?" I'm a little bit offended that he thought that of me—I'm not an entirely innocent little flower. Not that it's a bad thing, just not me.
"I've had two boyfriends since I was fifteen. I wasn't a good girlfriend."
"Don't tell me he told you that."
"He did."
"Asshole. Why?"
"I was mean. I wasn't all mushy. I didn't go along with everything that he said in public and made him feel emasculated—a fifteen-year-old. I broke his heart."
"That sounds like a bad match, not a bad girlfriend."
"That's touching. Really."
"My pleasure."
"So maybe I'll try dating again. I'm curious." Seventeen is a better time to date anyway.
"Please don't, Kat."
