Right?
They had barely reached the auditorium again before Jayden felt the question rising up in his throat, and he sounded just like Darren with his complete lack of filter when he blurted out, “Who’s Sam?” in the middle of aisle, clutching his strawberries-and-cream smoothie and wanting to simultaneously run away and shake the answer out.
Darren blinked and uttered the worst response ever. “Who?”
“What do you mean who?!” Jayden shouted. “The guy you’ve been calling! The guy you’ve called more than thirty times since whenever you cleared your phone last! You’ve only called me, like, ten times in ever!”
“Hey, whoa, wha—you went through my contacts?” Darren demanded.
“Who is he?!”
“Show me,” Darren snapped and tossed him the phone. Jayden fumbled to catch it. “What were you doing going through my call log anyway?”
“I was curious!” Jayden defended himself.
“You wanted to see who I’d been calling.”
“I was curious.”