Fuck it, maybe I am. I’d like to see Indi at one of Dylan’s parties, if only to watch her squirm the entire night. She doesn’t strike me as the kind of chick that likes to play dress up.
“Sure, Dylan.”
My friend takes his phone from his pocket, but I hold up my hand to stop him. “I’ll do the honors.”
“Awesome!”
Indi’s going to smell this trap a mile away. And after the shit I pulled here, she’s no doubt gone cold on me. Lucky for me, I have until tomorrow night to warm her up.
“So you’re coming too?” Dylan shoves a few fries into his mouth, his eyes fixed on me.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”