"No. TV sucks." Lyz was a teenage girl, everything sucked. And she really wasn't paying attention to it anyway. She was fighting off the urge to scream right now, trying not to think and rethink everything he said to find some hidden meaning. Instead, it just swirled around in her head and made her more frustrated.
"Maybe it should be the last. Maybe you'd be happier staying away from me." It was out before she could stop herself. And she didn't mean it. God, she didn't mean it. The last thing Lyz wanted was for her passive aggressive tendencies to push Luke away. Her aggressive aggressive tendencies never had, but she'd never been this kind of a bitch around him.