Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly hadn't expected Noah to name, like, any serious or long-lasting thing. He'd kinda gotten the feeling that Noah was like a serial monogamist with ass on the side. But, okay, he was about to ask how long Noah went without a side-piece during Erica, but Noah answered, and Holly was momentarily tripped up by dislike of some girl he'd never even met. He was going to ask if Erica knew, you know, during sophomore year, but he didn't ask. He knew the answer there was going to be no, and that was the point he was trying to drive home, right? There was another flare of dislike for Gen, who he did know, and Bea, who, well, that was messed up for completely different reasons. That comment about being attached to dudes, that resulted in even more of a flare of jealousy than all three girls combined, and, okay, that ding was well-timed.
Right after Holly had started to try to wrap his hungover head around whether or not everyone wanted someone who was like super-whatever, and while he was giving Noah a look about minding, about frauds, about...
Ding.
So, yeah, good timing. Hold that thought, and Holly took the out, or whatever. Or he did what he was supposed to do. He assumed it was Bea dinging, but maybe not, and it wasn't like he had any right to ask. So, okay, he climbed from the backseat to the passenger seat, banging his head twice in the process, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a groan. "Drop me at the store so I can change. Jamie and fries, remember? Not a date." Beat. Beat. Beat. "Yeah, hit me up after." Maybe he could eat and nap, right? God, he needed some sleep. He didn't open his eyes, even when Noah did get behind the wheel. He just kept his eyes closed, and he tried not to think, willing that panic to just fade.