“Lay off, Dylan. What the hell was she supposed to do?”“I don’t know what she should’ve done, okay? It’s just crap that we keep running into more problems.” He stood up and stormed off toward the food line.Ethan squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry about him. Eat your lunch. I’ll get you a soft pretzel.” He kissed my temple, and it was all I could do not to cry. I watched him walk after Dylan, catching up in seconds and placing his hand on his shoulder.“Those two are certainly getting along well.” Shannon picked at her salad. She always ate the croutons first. “That’s got to be weird for you—the guy you’re in love with and the guy who’s got a thing for you.”“I think Dylan’s feelings for me are definitely back in the negative column after the Ms. Matthews thing.” He was furious with me. Maybe it was better that way. Our relationship had always been rocky, right from the start.“Nah, that’s just Dylan. He’s kind of a hothead. More so when it has to do with something he really cares about.”
