Page 87 of Flipping His Script
"Answer with one of those looks."
The look was still there when he replied, "Good to know."
Great.Knowing Flynn, he'd be giving the look even more frequently now that he knew it irritated me.
I was just lodging another protest when my cell phone buzzed yet again. An hour ago, sick of all the ringing and beeping, I'd turned it to silent and shoved it into the pocket of my shorts.
Now, I pulled it out and glanced at the display.Another unknown number.
Terrific.
Over the past couple of hours, I'd answered only one single call – the one from Becka, who'd sounded amused more than anything.
Lucky her.
But other than Becka, I'd been avoiding absolutely everyone.
And why?
It was because I had no idea what to tell them. In that stupid interview, my mom had made it sound like Flynn and I had been secret sweethearts forever.
What a joke.
I was just shoving the phone back into my pocket when Flynn said, "So, what do you do for fun?"
The question caught me off guard. "What?"
"For fun," he repeated. "What do you do?"
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Nothing. Why?"
"Because the friend thing – it's over."
