I turn to the side and see Ryan approaching with Jake and try not to pull a face. He’s glancing at Katie and his friends suspiciously. “What are you guys talking about?” he asks as soon as he reaches us.
I wait for Katie to reply, but she just stares back at him smiling.
“Just about how much we can’t stand each other,” I inform Ryan.
He glances over at me. This is the first time we’ve spoken since our fight at the beach. I mean, let’s face it: we definitely didn’t speak in Sal’s, we just shot each other dirty looks, and I’m still annoyed at him for the way he spoke about Charlie.
I don’t understand him. Was he always this interfering?
“Oh come on, Becca, he’s not that bad,” Jake says, slapping Ryan on the back and coming to his defense.
“Well not compared to Adolf Hitler, he isn’t,” I instantly reply to chuckles from his friends.
“You guys are back to being friends again,” Jake continues.
“Please,” I scoff. “I’d rather go for a sleepover at Jessica Murphy’s.”
Ryan snickers and crosses his arms. “Yeah? Maybe you could play dodgeball again?”
My mouth falls open as I hear the laughter from his friends. I can’t believe he’s just brought that up again. I’m already humiliated enough over that whole incident.
“Fuck you, Ryan!”
“He wishes,” someone says from behind me. I swing my head around but I have no idea who said it and they’re all looking away, trying not to laugh. I immediately get nervous and have flashbacks to teen movies where the popular kids play a prank on the dork to make everyone else laugh.
Something is definitely going on here.