Surprise, surprise, thought Fred. A boy caught with his pants down won't lie about his dick anymore. She wanted to hate him for getting so close to saying the thing she had been hoping to hear ever since she had come back after summer. She hated that he was acting like she was so shallow that a dick would make a difference to her. The thing that was pissing her off the most at the moment though was the fact that she hated herself for the fact that it did matter to her. If she had known he was a guy the entire time they could have just been friends and that was it, but instead, Fred had begun falling for her. Then Haylie had left with Alicia practically crushing all her hopes until the request for a striptease.
She looked down at the ground. "Whatever," she said finally sticking to her usual defense of purposely showing a lack of care. "You were with Alicia anyways, so why would you care about relationshippy shit?" She turned, her face now set again with a glare.