J.S.

“I asked her out for dinner, and she refused.”

“Whoa. What did it feel like to actually suffer rejection?” Jett joked. “I think it’s probably been a while for you.”

He gingerly touched the back of my head. “It was you versus me. I won by a pretty large margin. Why in the hell were you using your phone? I moved to avoid you, but you came right across the path so quickly that I couldn’t avoid you. Are you okay?”

He crouched in front of me. “Climb up.”

“You can’t carry me,” I argued.

“Do it,” he demanded.

“Carter, it’s too far back to our building.”