"Wouldn't that suck for you, to be friends with a crazy person like yourself?"

Tate reached across the table and patted his shoulder, quickly. "Don't worry about it, girls don't wilt. You'll be okay." Trying to comfort people was awkward, and she wasn't any good at it; so when he offered a distraction, she grabbed it. She threw her notebook and pencil into her bag, got up with her soda and said "Hell yes. We're playing at my house today."

And she picked up her bag, pulled out her keys, grabbed his wrist and they were so out of there.