The television was off. That was the first lie I could prove.
Jonah had said movie night like it was nothing. Three years, and the first thing I ever told him was that I hate surprises. He had nodded on a couch that smelled like his laundry. He still picked the dress. Thin, black, short enough that I kept my knees together in the passenger seat. I put it on because he kissed my throat and said he wanted to look at me in the dark. The car smelled like his cologne. Campus lights slid over the glass. The frat house at the end of the block had too many windows lit for a film.
My stomach knew before my mouth did.
"You said a movie."
"It is a movie." He would not look at me. His knuckles were white on the wheel. "Inside. Reid's expecting us."
Reid. Campus knew the name. Leader. The one boys
