«Jace, listen. This is the last time I pretend to be your girlfriend. If Tyler saw us walking hand in hand through Manhattan, he'd go ballistic — and honestly, I couldn't blame him. I'd get pissed too if I saw my boyfriend with another girl right after he told me he loves me!» Naomi grumbles, irritated. «Just tell Kimberly that we broke up. And anyway, I don't understand all this staging — the bet is over, and you yourself said you didn't want anything serious with her.»
Naomi and I are sitting on a bench in Times Square, waiting for Kimberly to arrive, ready for another date.
«Some friendship…» I mutter.
«If I weren't your friend, I wouldn't be here with you, idiot!» Naomi snaps. «But there's a limit to everything, Jace. There's a huge difference between being best friends, being there for each other, going out together, getting high or drunk at my place… and demanding sex even though I'm in a relationship now!»
Her voice grows more serious with every word.
