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“Asked me to come over. Had some old movies she wanted to show me.”

“I told her we broke up,” I said. “You know she has memory issues. Just ignore her or block her.”

“You want me to block your grandma?” he asked, like that was the most hurtful thing anyone had ever suggested he do.

“Yes, it’s super easy.”

“You would know,” he said, like I was going to deny I had blocked him.

I didn’t. I said, “Yes, Iwould.”

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I’m not blocking your grandma.”

“You responded to her, didn’t you?” Jensen always had to play the nice guy even in the midst of screwing someone over.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because we broke up, Jensen.”

“So I’m supposed to be mean to your grandma now? That’s part of the breakup rules?”

“She won’t remember if you don’t respond.” I made a mental note to take his number off her phone when I got home.

“I told her I’d come by.”

“You did what?” I asked even though I heard him perfectly fine. “No.”

“She invited me, Finley. I’d feel bad not going.”

“That’swhat you feel bad about? That?”

He rolled his eyes, like me still mad over him sitting in this room was ridiculous. “I’ll just say hi and tell her we broke up.”

“You think it will be different coming from you? That you have this magic power to make her remember? Don’t go to my house, Jensen.”

“You don’t have to be there.”

“I’m serious.” And I was getting more serious, more angry by the second. “Don’t go to my house.”

“Calm down, it’s fine.”

“Excuseme? Don’t be an—”

“Hey, look what I found.” The voice came from the chair to my right.

I swallowed down the end of my sentence and looked over to see Theo, an excited look on his face, holding out his phone.

“What?” I was so confused. First of all, seeing him here in my class, was disorienting. Second, I hadn’t talked to him since the library incident two days ago and I was still kind of irritated with him. Plus, my irritation with Jensen was seeping out of my pores at the moment.

I had no idea where he’d come from or how long he’d been there. I’d obviously been so focused on my conversation with Jensen that I hadn’t noticed him come in. I looked around the table; a lot more people had come in during our talk as well and they were all silent, pretending to look at phones or search through backpacks or write in notebooks, but it was obvious everyone had been listening to us.

“Look.” Theo waved his phone under my nose, like he didn’t care that the entire table was in our business. Had he heard thewholeexchange with Jensen?

I glanced down at his phone. The Facebook page I’d found the night before of Cheryl Millcreek’s daughter was pulled up.

“Should we message her?” he asked. His expression told me he was invested. Yet he wanted my permission before reaching out toher.

“I already did,” I said.