"How am I supposed to know?" Allie asked, her voice getting slightly snippy. Pour my heart out to a stranger and all he wants to know is what happened to the guy I crapped all over. She pursed her lips and shrugged, glancing at Noah and offering him an apologetic half-smile.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "It's just... I have no idea. I mean, would you be all... hey, omigod, Allie! Back in town, let's, like... hang out! Catch up, old times... He probably just wants to laugh in my face and get on with his life... probably with some girl who doesn't treat him like a piece of shit."
She really did wonder if Ryan had a new girlfriend and who she was. She wondered if he would laugh at her if he saw her. She wanted to believe he wouldn't. They Ryan she knew wouldn't be that big of an ass to her. But, on the contrary, the Allie he knew probably wouldn't have ran off with Douche Face Beau either.