“Bossy. I like it,” Aisha says from beside me, then leans closer and whispers, “He acts like he has the right to be. You so gave it up and now he’ll never leave you alone.” She shakes her head but has an evil grin on her lips.

I’m not sure I want him to leave me alone, but I keep that to myself, not wanting to sound needy. I don’t even know him. I can’t stake a claim on him.

“You finally give it up to Cyrus?” I throw back. She narrows her eyes at me. “I know he followed you out last night.”

“He’s never getting into my pants.”...