Lexi bit her lip and tried not to give her thoughts away. She loved the D-Bags’ music, but she had only ever stolen his T-shirts because they were his. She could never tell him that now.
“And you won’t spend thirty-five bucks to get yourself your own shirt?” He tilted his head and smiled at her. “I think you should get it, but it is kind of refreshing to hear that people still care about the price of things.”
“I guess you’ve been spending too much time with the wrong kind of people then,” she said, her face heating.
It wasn’t that thirty-five dollars was too much. She could afford it now, but it felt weird.
Jack kept that goofy grin on his face and then walked forward without her.
“Hey, where are you going?”
He ignored her and bypassed a few girls who were making up their minds about
