The Revenge Plan
I was going to stop worrying about it and I was definitely not going to give my friend any more damning details about myself the next time he asked how my roommate was doing.
“Hey, fellas,” Nicholl greeted as he paused in front of Cannon and me when he was passing by with one of his charming, want-to-be-friends smiles. “Halloween party at my place tonight. Come in costume and bring your own—oh, wait.” Cutting himself off, he held up a finger. “I hate you two. Never mind. You’re not invited.” As he laughed at his own stupid joke and walked off, Cannon and I stared after him without responding.
“And people actually think he’s cool,” Cannon murmured, shaking his head in wonder.