Everyone is saying how we had sex in the hot tub and I'm a slut and you don't even care!
"Because!" I burst out. "Everyone is saying how we had sex in the hot tub and I'm a slut and you don't even care!" "I told the guys we didn't!" "Did you? Did you tell them that all we did was kiss and that's all we've ever done?" Peter hesitates, and I go on.
I told the guys we didn't!
Or did you say, 'Guys, we didn't have sex in the hot tub,' wink wink, nudge nudge.
"Or did you say, 'Guys, we didn't have sex in the hot tub,' wink wink, nudge nudge." Peter glares at me. "Give me a little more credit than that, Covey" "You're such a scumbag Kavinsky." I spin around. There is Josh, in the doorway, glaring at Peter.
Give me a little more credit than that, Covey.
"It's your fault people are saying that crap about Lara Jean" Josh shakes his head in disgust. "She'd never do that." "Keep your voice down," I whisper, my eyes darting around. This is not happening right now. At recital party, with everyone I've ever known my whole entire life in the next room.
It's your fault people are saying that crap about Lara Jean