“You can have him,” Lydia shouted over Sam’s shoulder at me.

“No thanks,” I said as I stood up and put my arms around Sam from behind. “I already have everything I want.”

“Whatever your problem is,” Sam growled, “It doesn’t involve us.”

Lydia looked like she wanted to say something else, but was thrown off by our response. She stormed off and hit the exit bar with both hands, making the door to the parking lot clank loudly.

Mark looked between me and Lydia, then ran to follow Lydia out the door. I had to admit a teeny-tiny part of me wanted him to pick me for once, even...