Thanks be to EBT.
"What does one have to do with the other, Edward?" I ask.
I don't know what exactly you're trying to get at, but I don't like where this is going.
"Did you want me to see you? You knew I was outside."
And now I'm livid.
"You're pissed at me for kissing my date? I like him, Edward! He's a good guy, and I really like him. And for your fucking information, he kissed me. I wanted him to, and there's nothing wrong with that, because he likes me, Edward. Me. Not me on my back or from behind‒"
"Are you fucking him too?"