If there was one thing I strongly disliked about this ‘going out thing’, it was Marcel and his big fat mouth. Greyson did not warn me about his extreme talkativeness. He would suddenly tap my shoulder and would point a random stranger in secret. He would say along the lines, “He’s ugly and she’s fat just like you.”
It was annoying the hell out of me.
“Look.” He tapped my shoulder, almost causing me to trip on my feet. “That’s Mia Hemsworth. She was my girlfriend when I was in middle school.”
I rolled my eyes. “Could you please stop talking?”
Expecting him to be quiet, his voice started growing louder. “I thought we were going to act like best friends since diapers?” he offered. I glared.
“That was sarcasm,” I answered in a dull tone, our feet taking us to Target, hoping Taylor’s album
