She looks like she wants to tear every meticulously styled strand of her thick black hair out of her head. “My parents didn’t change up custody; I did. And I told you why. I fucking sang in front of everyone. In front of Shannon. In front of your boyfriend. I made a complete ass of myself, like I’ve been doing every single minute just by being here, and I still have to watch you with him tonight, and then you have the nerve to ask me—”

“You sang?” None of the rest of her words are clicking, and I have to close my eyes to shut them out. To flash back to the night her cruelty almost broke me. “You came all the way here to remind me to keep our summer a secret? You really didn’t have to worry about that, Jasmine. Message received. I haven’t told a soul, and you’ve made it plenty clear that it didn’t mean a damn thing to you.”

She blinks slowly. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“None of this is a joke to me,” I snap. “Apparently you don’t feel the same way. Well, congratulations on making me feel like shit that night, same as you’ve been doing since you got here.”

She buries her face in her hands, and I hear a muffled “fuck” through her fingers.

For the first time since before we got in the limo, I feel my anger slip a little, my guard dropping. Gently, I pry her hands away. “What am I missing here, Jas?”

“Everything,” she says with a short laugh. “God, Larissa. Everything.”

“Well, can you please fill me in? Because you’re confusing me. As usual. Pardon me for not knowing how to interpret things.” I scratch at the top of my dress, which suddenly feels itchy and way too tight.

“Okay, well, apparently I’m about to clear shit right up.” She exhales sharply and folds her arms over her chest, which I think is a defensive move until I realize she’s hugging herself. “The lyrics, Tinkerbell. Or rather, the lyric. You didn’t hear it.”

The lyric.

I was so focused on the song choice, on blocking out what I thought she was trying to say, that I missed the lyrics entirely. In a flash I know exactly which one she means.

Because I’m the one who introduced her to the magic of Demi Lovato when she finally let me take over the music in the Jeep.

I’m the one who taught her that very lyric.

I can picture it like it was ten minutes ago, the wind whipping our salt-sticky hair through the open windows on our drive back from the ferry as “Cool for the Summer” wound down through the speakers.

THEN