Right, his party, the one she'd purposefully avoided due to feelings that made no sense and she didn't want to encourage.
"It must have," she lied, hoping he would believe it and allow her to not feel like more of a bitch than she already was. His grin was infuriating, like he was happy to see her, but no one should be happy to see her. Though it seemed a common theme here, people not being afraid once they knew, people caring, people who admitted...She couldn't go there, and yet, here she was.
"I'm sorry, I would have been there," she continued, "I do love a good party."
The awkwardness of this whole thing, his obliviousness, even though she knew, he didn't, and could she in her right mind let him know without opening up a doorway to destruction.
Oh gods I hope so
"It must have," she lied, hoping he would believe it and allow her to not feel like more of a bitch than she already was. His grin was infuriating, like he was happy to see her, but no one should be happy to see her. Though it seemed a common theme here, people not being afraid once they knew, people caring, people who admitted...She couldn't go there, and yet, here she was.
"I'm sorry, I would have been there," she continued, "I do love a good party."
The awkwardness of this whole thing, his obliviousness, even though she knew, he didn't, and could she in her right mind let him know without opening up a doorway to destruction.