I scrunch my nose at that, unsure what she’s talking about. Fun might as well be Kingston’s middle name. Not William. But she knows that. She’s always known that, and she loves to have a good time too. That’s why they’re a great match. “What do you mean?”

Her small shoulder shrugs next to mine. “I mean, we’re all adults now. Eighteen. We’re graduating in May. He needs to think about college and what’s next. But whenever I bring it up, he gets mad.”

“You want to go to college?” I’m not trying to be a dick. I’ve just never heard her mention it before. It’s not really that common around here, believe it or not.

“Maybe. I mean, my grades are shit, but I could probably get into community college. I don’t know. And he doesn’t even want to go to the homecoming dance or prom. I mean, these things are milestones. But it’s like he thinks if he goes, high school will really be over.”

“It will be, no matter what,” I add unhelpfully.

“Tell that to your jackass best friend.” She sounds really annoyed now, but I don’t get it. Kennedy usually gets her way, eventually. She has to know he’ll cave and go with her to both dances. And I don’t think that’s what their fight was about tonight anyway.

“You know him just as well as I do, Kenn. He doesn’t take shit seriously. It’s just who he is.”

“You ever wonder what it would’ve been like if you were the one to ask me out first?” I narrow my eyes at her as she turns to face me, her bottom lip poked out. I look over and see Kingston in the distance, drinking another beer with Dixon, but his eyes are on us.

Out of respect for him, I move away from Kennedy on the log, even though we weren’t sitting that close to begin with and she was the one that sat down next to me. I don’t know. But I don’t like where this conversation is going. “No,” I answer honestly. She was never on my radar.

She rolls her eyes. “Gee thanks, Cam. Way to help my ego.”

I shoot her an annoyed look. “You don’t need an ego boost, and you love Kingston. You always have. You two have been obsessed with each other since junior high.”

She snorts a laugh, taking a drink of the whiskey and then thrusting the bottle into my chest and standing up. “You think that it’s him and me who’ve been obsessed with each other? Please. It’s always been Camden and Kingston.” An uncomfortable feeling rolls through me, but I try to remain calm. “And sometimes I think you and I would have made the better match. I mean, you want out of Kensley.”