“You’re acting like a child.” He draped his jacket over my shoulders and I tried to ignore the smell of his expensive cologne.

“I am not.” My response was lame, and basically made his point. But I was a little distracted. Why does he have to smell so damn good? Instead of shoving his jacket off, I just crossed my arms and stared at him. “Can I go now? I’m late for my ice cream date.”

“You’re not leaving school to get ice cream. They have ice cream here.”

“Stop telling me what to do,” I said. “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

I glared at him. “You ditch classes all the time. And it’s only lunch. Tons of students leave for lunch.”

“Is this about Gigi?” he asked.

“No. I don’t care who you kiss, Axel. What you do with your whore mouth is none of my concern. This is about ice cream. It’s of the utmost importance to me, you know that.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me. “Ice cream? Really?”

Fine. It was about Gigi. Gigi and every other girl he’d ever kissed. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. Because I hadn’t kissed anyone. Ever. Axel was supposed to be my first and only kiss. I’d saved everything for him and he’d saved nothing for me. I couldn’t do this anymore. “You and Gigi make a great couple. Congrats on dating the devil.” Saying it out loud made me want to cry. Why her? I wanted to shove him. And slap his perfect face. Why her and not me? What’s so wrong with me?

“I’m not dating Gigi,” he said. “And if you saw the kiss, you’d know I pushed her away.”

I hadn’t watched the whole thing. But I didn’t believe him. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does if you’re upset about it.”

Does it? Because I was upset with everyone he kissed. But he never seemed to care. “I’m not upset.”

“Really?” He reached out and lightly touched the side of my face. “Despite what you said, I do know you. And I know when you’re about to cry.”

God, it was like he loved breaking me. I pushed his hand away. “You don’t know me, Axel.” If he did, he’d know that I was desperately in love with him. He’d know and he wouldn’t hurt me like this. I had nothing to say to him. He was the absolute worst. I just wanted my freaking ice cream. I tried to step around him, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. And I felt the same spark that I always did when he touched me. Like my whole body was suddenly too warm.

“Don’t flirt with my best friend,” he said.