I was the one who said yes to you. Not because I wanted to or even because I particularly liked you but because I was supposed to. Not of course that you cared about a thing like why. As long as there was somebody to wear your necklace so the other girls could tell her what a sweet guy you were, and someone to look good with your arm around her, and someone to listen to you babble on the phone, WHICH by the time it was over I would rather have dragged my face along the pavement than do. Jennifer called me of and told me of your "evil plot" to dump me for Katherine McKee. "Cry if you want to," she said when I didn't respond. "I wouldn't blame you."

I laughed till I cried.