"I don’t know what the fuck is happening to my head," I choked out. "But I can't get her out of it."

"Because y'all have a past," he explained calmly. "And history. Lots of it, D. It's normal to get a little caught up in that. Especially since it's so fresh for you."

I stared at him for a long moment before blurting out, "I was happy."

"Happy?"

I blew out a pained breath. "Yeah."

"With Molly?" he offered, filling in the blanks. "When you guys were kids –"

"And at the party." I cleared my throat. "Being with her."

"Being with a girl at the party where nothing happened made you happy?"

"Yeah." I shrugged my shoulders, at a complete fucking loss. Maybe it was because I'd been so fucking miserable and numb for the past god knows how long, and being with her was the first time I'd felt something productive in years. "A lot."

Rourke stared at me like I had grown an extra head right in front of him. "Are you high, D?" He stepped closer, inspecting my eyes. "Did you smoke something with Reebo before practice?"

"No. Jesus, I'm not high, Rourke, I'm having a goddamn episode," I snapped. "There's a difference!"

"Really? Because I've read that one can bring on the other –"

"Omigod!" A female voice crooned as the sound of high heels clonking on tiles filled the air. "There you are!"

We both turned in unison to see Ashley Thomas hurrying towards us.

"Hard pass," I muttered at the same time as Rourke did, causing us both to chuckle and whisper-hiss, "jinx."

"Just the boys I wanted to see," she said, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "What's the plan for homecoming?"

We both stared blankly back at her, neither one of us responding.

"It's next month," she added, as if that clarified why she was asking us. "So…"

"So…" I drawled back, tone laced with sarcasm. I had zero patience when it came to Ashley and her queen bitch BFF.

"So, are you and Britt coordinating this year?"

I looked to Rourke who shifted around uncomfortably. "Does she think…" I threw my head back and laughed. Brittany Beckitt had screwed with Rourke's head a few too many times for my liking, which put her on top of my shit list for life. "Ashley, he's done being strung along by your puppet master. She cheated on him. Repeatedly. He's through with that girl. I think it's safe to say that Rourke wouldn’t touch Britt with Mason's dick. And Mason's dick has been in everything."

"What about –"

"And no," I quickly carried on. "Before you ask, I politely decline any offers or suggestions to take you or any members of the cheer squad to the dance."

"But you're homecoming king," she snapped, eyes narrowed. "It's a given. You have to take one of us. It's practically law."

I stared back blankly, unblinking. "Look at my face and tell me how many fucks you see me give."