Chapter 5
“You’re a dork.”
“Am not.”
“Are to.”
“Whatever.” Rhys and I bickered as we walked through the mall around one o’clock on Saturday afternoon, checking for sales. I’d set money aside to buy him some clothes, and maybe a shirt for me.
“Why are you afraid to tell this guy about us? Are you ashamed or something?”
That stopped me in my tracks. “Not even! Why would you say something like that. Yeesh.” I started walking again. It looked like Old Navy might be our best bet. “Come on, let’s check this out.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Rhys was persistent. We wandered down the middle aisle to the boy’s section. “You won’t tell him about us, and you leave in the middle of the show and sneak out with your tail between your legs like a moron. You owe him an apology and an explanation.”
