““They’re honest about their arrogance and self-centeredness, at least. People lie about it. They want you to pretend it’s an even exchange, but it never is. They want you to play this game of nice, and I hate it.” “So what about me? Do you hate being friends with me?” Xander blushed and looked down at his lap. “No. You’re different.” “Why? How?” “I don’t know. You just are.” His blush became so hot his face felt like flame. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore””
