Page 18 of C*cky Best Friend

“For what reason? So dumb,” Samantha mutters, staring at the ground while she focuses on getting her hair right. She glances up, and her eyes brighten. I look over to Asher on his phone re-entering the rehearsal space. He winks at her.

She lowers her voice. “What do you think of him, Logan?”

Ms. Galloway claps, shouting, “Alright, places everyone.”

We hastily tuck our water bottles away and return the center of the room.

Glad I didn’t get a chance to answer.

I might have said what I really thought:

I could make you happier.