"You really know what you are talking about?" Steph's eyes narrowed as she inspected me like I was some insane human.
"Yes, Steph." I rolled my eyes, growing annoyed at her demeanor.
Her lips parted when she intakes a quiet breath. "Did Peter overdose you?" Her head shakes slowly and suspiciously.
"I don't get it. Why are you acting this way? I thought you care about Finn." It takes everything in me not to yell at her.
This is Steph, the girl who just told me she'd do anything for her best friend, yet she was staring at me like I've grown two heads because I was willing to accept Finn the way he was.
"Look, when I told you to listen to him, I didn't mean to like—you know..." Steph's voice trialed off—expecting me to understand, and I definitely understood what she meant, only I didn't
