"Like how I need to get going. My mom's been on a rampage about family time . The longer I'm at Lydia's the later I'll be. You know what she's like."
He still frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, okay. You want me to pick you up for school tomorrow?"
"I'm good. I've got a car."
"That's not the point, Sam."
"I know." I didn't care.
He sighed and turned away. "You're kinda being a bitch, you know."
As I watched him go, I stood there. I knew I was being a bitch, that wasn't the problem. Then I sighed when my phone vibrated. Lydia wanted me to hurry so I got in the car and drove over.
When I got there, she was bouncing like a rabbit on meth. She squealed as she pulled me to her room. "Jessica told me today that Adam Quinn asked about you!"
My insides snapped to attention. "What?"
"Yeah." She grinned and nodded her head up and down. "Can you believe it?"
I watched as some drool slipped down her chin. "Why would he ask about me?"
"Who cares! He did. Aren't you excited?"
"What did he say?"
"Are you kidding me? I think he asked how you were doing. You want a soda?"
"You've had enough for both of us."
"Huh?" She stopped bouncing and stared at me.
Then she grabbed my arm again. "Get excited, Samantha. You can dump Jeff, finally."
"Dump him? Why?"
She snorted and threw herself backward on the bed. As she landed with her arms spread out, she rolled her eyes. "Like you really care about the guy. When was the last time you went out with him?"
"Tonight. We just had dinner."
She stopped short and jerked upright. "Really?"
"Yeah." I sat at her desk. "Why?"
"You and Jeff had dinner tonight? As in right before you came here?"
"What's with the twenty questions? Yes. I had dinner. With my boyfriend. Who I have been dating for three years."
"Oh." Her mouth shut, though her eyes were still wide.
"I get interrogated for this?" I stood up and started for the door.
"Don't go!" she called out and caught my arm. Then she sat me down with a serious expression on her face. "So if Adam Quinn asked you out, you'd say…?"
"No. I have a boyfriend." I frowned. "What's going on with you? You're acting like Jeff and I broke up."
She lifted her shoulders weakly. "Well…you two don't act together."
"That's crap. What's really going on? You always ask me about Jeff, if I've seen him at the parties or whatever." I folded my arms over my chest.
Then I stared her down. Hard.
Lydia swallowed. "I, just, I, nothing. Adam Quinn would make a way better boyfriend than Jeff. He was faithful to Ashley when they were together. She wasn't, but that's beside the point. Come on, you can't turn Adam Quinn down because of Jeff."
"Uh, yeah I can."
"Jeff cheats on you every weekend." She jumped to her feet.
"So I've heard." I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
"Wait, Sam. Don't go like this. I'm sorry."
"For what?" I whirled around to her.
She stopped an inch from running into me and her mouth opened, closed, and then opened again. Her eyes looked to the ceiling. "Uh, for…hoping you'll dump Jeff because he's a scumbag?"