Maybe she should have. In truth, she would have felt extremely guilty-or uncertain. Maybe she didn't know him enough to completely understand every underlying thing, and that-above everything, being wrong would infuriate her. And she wanted to hiss that she hadn't thought about him at all, but it wasn't true. "Well," she started. "I had a good time with Antoine, but...I wished..." she clenched her jaw stubbornly.
The look that he gave her made Alex duck her head, for a reason she didn't understand. They were supposed to be friends, but now, she had no idea what she wanted. Or...she knew, but she didn't want to want it. Alex exhaled roughly and glanced back at him. "I don't..." she made a noise of fustration. "This is all your fault!" Alex claimed fiercely. "If you weren't so...and if you didn't make me feel so..." Words game to her mind with bullets. Lame. Gay. Werid. "Crazy," she decided on, sounding tired.