I don’t have a crush on anyone. I do not.
My brain is simply confused because Edward occasionally kisses me but who doesn’t do that sometimes?
That is not a crush. Probably.
Johnny smacks Rio hard across the chest. “Who do you have a crush on, dickhead?”
Rio looks offended. “How do you know it’s not you?”
Johnny flips him off without drinking.
Micro doesn’t drink either.
Kaz and Wendy both do, laughing at each other halfway through it. Disgusting, happy people.
Then Eliot drinks too.
“Don’t ask me questions,” he says immediately.
Rio snorts. “Trust me, nobody was planning to.”
Eliot glances sideways at me for just a moment, brief enough that I’d miss it if I wasn’t already hyperaware of everything happening in my immediate vicinity and I look away fast, staring at my cup, becau
