I can’t believe Marty lied to me this whole time. I’m not really watching where I’m going smack into someone’s shoulder. I glance up and see Mel swallow back down the sharp words that were about to blast into me for bumping her. “Sorry. I’m kind of—” I don’t know what I am. I stop talking and fold my arms over my chest. “Where are you off to?” “Wrong question. Where am I coming back from? And the answer is Black’s. And she told me some twisted shit, so let’s chat.” Mel jerks her head to the side and I turn back and follow her to her room. “What twisted stuff was she saying about me?” I ask as I slump into Mel’s perfectly pink chair. I steeple my fingers and arch an eyebrow at her. Mel laughs and sits on the edge of her bed. “She said that you’re pulling a double this weekend, as in two guys. Is that true?” “Well, yeah, but not at the same time.”
