“Because planning is important. You know this.”

I groan again loudly and refuse to look at her. This week was shitty. I’ve barely talked to Camden since that day at his house when we had that blowup about college. I don’t know why I’m mad. I can’t explain it, but the thought of him leaving sends sheer panic racing through me. “I don’t care, Kennedy.” I sit up, my feet dragging her bedroom floor. “I don’t care about prom at all.”

In fact, thinking about prom makes me sick to my stomach because then it will be graduation, and then Camden will be leaving town for good. But I don’t dare tell her that.

“Of course, you don’t care.” She stands up, hands on her hips as she glares at me. “You don’t care about anything at all. You never have.”

“That’s not true.”

Her eyes roll dramatically. “That’s right. You care about football.” Another eye roll. “And Camden. That’s it. Not me. Never me.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” I stand up and walk to her door, so sick of this shit. “I can’t.”

“Oh, please. You’re being dramatic again.”

A bitter laugh leaves my throat. “No. I’m not. I’m done. I want to break up. I can’t do this anymore,” I repeat, and the words feel good coming out of my mouth. My chest swells with hope and excitement because I should have done this a long time ago.

“Bullshit. You are not breaking up with me.”

“Yes. I am,” I say directly to her because I’m not running away like a coward. I’m doing this, and I’m doing it head-on.

“You can’t do that. We’re Kennedy and Kingston. We’re expected to be together. You aren’t breaking up with me our senior year.”

“I am though.” I place a hand over my heart, dead serious. “You don’t even like me. You like that I’m on the football team and popular. That’s it. You’re probably planning to dump me after graduation anyway, as soon as you get your oh-so-important prom and graduation photos. You’ll be done.”

She doesn’t deny it. Her face sours as she folds her arms over her chest. “Don’t you dare walk out of here, Kingston Wells. We are the couple in our class. The one everyone envies.”

I snort a sarcastic laugh. “Why the hell would anyone envy this? This is all we do when we’re together. No one should be jealous of us.”

“Well, they are.” She pops her hip out, beyond furious, and I’m sure the screeching is coming soon. But I’m not backing down. I should have done this so long ago.