"That was weird." I comment once Allen is out of sight.
"Tell me about it. What was he doing here?"
"Talking to me."
"About?"
"Adam?"
"What."
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Whatever you're doing right now."
"You lost me."
"Allen is not hitting on me, okay? This whole jealous thing doesn't suit you at all."
He scoffs.
"You think I'm jealous?"
"You think you're not?"
"Lisha, I'm not here to marvel at your smart mouth. I'm here to deliver this."
I eye the package in his hands.
"What's that?"
"I guess you're gonna have to find out. I'll be in my room. Please be quick. We're already running late."
"Okay. You're not wearing that, are you?"
He glances at his jeans.
"Ew no. It's my sister's party, not a date at the park."
"The pride. You're such a Johnson."
"I bet my Dad wo
