Drew rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you—”

I put up a hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there. You’re the one who insisted I meet you at six even though I told you I wouldn’t be ready until seven, so if you’re mad that I’m late, maybe you should’ve listened to what I said to you instead of constantly putting your needs ahead of mine.”

“Seriously?” Drew snaps. “I told you six because the only reservation the restaurant had was at six thirty. What was I supposed to do?”

“Pick a different restaurant!” I scream. The street’s empty, but I can’t help but feel like a bunch of nosy neighbors are probably peeking through their blinds at us right now. “It shouldn’t be this hard for me to say no to something and for you to accommodate that.”

I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I need to keep my cool. This is for the Diary. I shouldn’t be pushing Drew away.

“I was just trying to do something nice for you.”

I struggle to keep my voice level as I say, “No, you were trying to do something nice for us, but you fail to understand that us means I should have as much of a say as you do. You know, because when you’re dealing with a couple, two people are involved.”

“And by two people, you mean you and Devin, right?”

“What the hell, Drew?”

“I’m serious. You keep talking about us, but you only want to spend time with em. Even thinking my parents were getting divorced, you cared more about em than me!”

And suddenly I feel like the world has been thrown off its axis. Like someone flipped a switch and gravity’s been shut off for good. My voice is low as I say, “What do you mean thinking your parents were getting divorced?”

Drew pales for a moment, and it’s really all I need to turn around and start walking down the street without him.

“Noah, wait up!” he calls.

But I refuse. This is absolutely ridiculous.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Drew shouts, still following behind me. “They were getting divorced, but then they decided to stay together.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me that?” I scream, wheeling around to face him. He’s a hell of a lot taller than me, but right now, he looks small. “Did you know they were staying together the other night on the roof? Did you?”

He stares back at me for a moment without a response before giving a slow nod.

“You knew your parents’ relationship was fine, but you used it to guilt me into missing Devin’s party? How is that fair?”