Not looking the least bit apologetic, Whitney took a long sip of her soda before she sat back and crossed her arms. “I’ve been waiting forever.” The smell of freshly baked pizza dough hung heavily in the air, making my stomach growl as I slid into the booth across from Whitney and summoned my very best I-am-extremely-annoyed-at-you glare. It was a glare I reserved for very special occasions, which made it all the more potent. The first time I’d used it had been when I’d come back to our dorm room after a late night of studying to find Whitney making out with the captain of the lacrosse team…on my bed. I’d used it again when she’d taken Roo without my permission and once more on the morning of graduation (a story so horrible and embarrassing I’d vowed never to think about it again). I had thought the days of having to use The Glare were far behind us, but after wandering around CVS and Goodwill for nearly an hour searching for Whitney I couldn’t think of a better time for it to make a reappearance. “You’ve been waiting forever?”
