The hard edge of his voice doesn’t soften the fake-innocent smile on his face. “Doing what?”

“Acting like this!” I yell.

“Mom. Dad. What have I asked you about fighting?” Shane stops in the door, and his eyes widen when he gets a look at my face. Maybe I really am on fire. “Whoa. What the hell is going on in here?”

“Fletch is being a dick,” I say and Shane sputters.

“Little bit, I’m surprised at your language.”

“Well, he is.”

Fletch narrows his eyes at me, and he tosses the empty juice container into the corner wastebasket. “How am I being a dick?”

If he doesn’t know, then there really is no point in telling him. I guess my feelings are not as confused as they once were. I can’t believe this is the same guy that made me feel so safe. That I let my guard down in front of. “It doesn’t matter,” I say and hope nobody hears the crack in my voice.

I’ve never been betrayed before. I’ve never let anyone close enough to do it. Except Jenna. And I’ve betrayed her trust in me, so I guess I deserve it, right?

But I don’t think I’m capable of letting anyone in range of my heart again. Not if this is what it feels like to trust and be iced-over for it.

Shane pulls me into a hug. “Of course it matters. What’s going on?” I don’t say anything, so he directs his questioning to Fletch. “Dude? What?”

“I was just asking her about her date. I gotta grab a shower. See you guys later.”

I squeeze my eyes really tight. I should be all cried out from this morning’s tear-fest, but I guess all the hormones I don’t understand also come with eye leaking. Shane pulls back so he can look down at me. He’s searching my face, but for what I don’t know. “He hurt your feelings.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“He’s jealous.”

Now that makes me laugh. “He is the opposite of jealous, Shane. You heard him Friday night. He wants me to date Jones.”

“No, he wants you to think he wants you to date Jones, so that if you date Jones, you won’t know he’s jealous.”

“That makes no sense at all.”

“Welcome to the world of men, Velma.”

I bring a shaky hand up to my cheek and wipe away the moisture. “This is not the first time I’ve wished I was a lesbian.”

That easy smile curves across his face. “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about you being a lesbian.”

I smack him. He smacks a kiss on my forehead.