Chapter 8

“You said you weren’t interested—”

“So?” I took a swig of my beer, furious. If I turned Marty down, that was one thing—but he wasn’t supposed to bail out on me

“You know what?” I asked Barry. He shook his head, so I told him, “I’m not staying. You have a nice little Fuckerware party here and I’m going to go on home. I don’t need any of your toysto entertain myself.”

Barry sidled around me to block the door. “Jason, please. Calm down. You don’t even likeMarty. I told him the same thing I told you. If you found a date—”

“I didn’t expect him to!” I downed the rest of the Corona and dropped the empty bottle into the sink. I didn’t care that Marty found someone—good for him, took him long enough—but it meant that I was the only single guy at the party, the only one without another to flirt with or kiss or hold. Hell, I’d get my ass kicked just looking at anyone else.