I felt slightly insulted as I listened to that last remark he made. Was he blaming her? It was his fault for heaven’s sake! I felt an unaccustomed hatred boiling up within me.
To my surprise, Brit laughed, “Go fall off a cliff, Cooper. You’re a terrible liar.”
He laughed, but then suddenly sobered up again, “I’m not totally lying though. I don’t really understand why I want her so much. It’s almost as much as I wanted you freshman year.”
“Almost?” said Brit skeptically.
“Almost.” he repeated.
There was a moment of silence before Cooper spoke again, “So you hate this party because Jesse isn’t here, and I hate it ‘cause you-know-who isn’t interested in me.”
Brit stiffened in surprise, “Wha-what do you mean?”
“Oh come on, Brit, I saw you sliding glances at Jesse when we were making out,” Cooper lit another cigarette, “So, we might as well make something out of this party,” he suggested, giving Brit an appreciative glance.
Brit scowled at him, “Like I said before, a cliff.”
I was choking with anger.