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I allowed that to sink in aon so many levels,” I said

Carson’s cheeks flushed in a way that I was pretty sure was an indicator of guilt As I stared up at hi in my head Guys would seem so into me, and then—boom—out of nowhere they’d turn cold, and it was as if I never stood a chance

I opened ain, my question stuck in the back of my throat Carson wasn’t that cruel, was he?

Who was I kidding?

“When Pete Wolfe asked —”

“I told hi”

My eyes widened as anger welled up inside eyser, ready to blow “Last year, Robby Mason told everyone he was asking ed his o with Ethan”

Carson pulled a face; one I couldn’t decipher There was so me

I pointed at him “What? What is that face?” I poked hihtened around my arms

“He ht’ve decided not to ask you because he heard your dad showed up on a date once with a loaded shotgun”

“What? That?

??s not true My dad doesn’t even own a—"

Laughter ripped from his chest

Glaring, I said, “You told him that?”

“I may or may not have let it slip at one of my parties”