I rolled my eyes. “He’s kidding.”

“So you don’t hate Coke?” Elliot said.

“No, I hate Coke. But not a deal breaker.”

Cooper cuffed Elliot on the arm, then left. We both watched him go. That was weird. He joined up with Iris again and she slid her arm around his waist.

“You two are really close,” Elliot said, breaking my stare.

“Aren’t most friends?”

“True.”

We were quiet for a time, and I tried to think of more art things to talk about. I put my plate of half-eaten food on the ground beside our chair and he did the same.

He leaned to the side, which brought him a little closer to me, and looked up at the sky. “Do you know any constellations?”

“Just the basics. Do you?”

“Same.”

“You smell good,” I said. Like hair product or dryer sheets or something clean and fragrant.

“Thanks. You do too.”

“It’s vanilla lotion.” I held up my arm, and he took it in his hand and brought it to his nose.

“Like cookies,” he said.

Cooper wandered back over to us, holding Iris by the hand this time, and sat down on the lounge chair that Lacey had pulled over. Iris sat down in front of him.

“Abby, Iris asked how we met, and I was trying to remember the very first thing I said to you in science when you moved here.”

“You said, ‘You’re new,’” I deadpanned. “I said, ‘You’re observant.’”

He laughed. “That’s right. You were always sarcastic. But then I said something really funny back.”

“Cooper thinks he’s funnier than he is.” I actually didn’t remember exactly what he said when I walked into science class my first day at another new school. But I remembered he was the first person to talk to me and we’d been friends ever since.

He gasped in faux offense. “She’s just jealous.”

That word jolted something loose in my brain. Is that what was going on here? Why Cooper kept coming over and interrupting us? Was he jealous? That thought expanded in my chest until I felt like it would burst.

“I remember the first thing I heard you say,” Iris said.

“Oh yeah, what?” he asked.

“You said if given the choice between seeing ghosts or zombies, you’d choose ghosts, because then they could tell you your future.”

“Ghosts don’t know the future,” Elliot said.

I grabbed hold of his arm. “That’s exactly what I said!”

“My ghosts would,” Cooper reiterated.

“When we met Iris we were playing would you rather,” I explained to Elliot. Well, when she met Cooper. She didn’t remember me.

Lacey walked up right at that moment with a couple of people in tow. “We’re playing would you rather?”

“We weren’t,” Cooper said. “But we can.”

Lacey sat on the end of our lounge chair, then gestured for Elliot to scoot closer to me. He did, and she settled into her spot more. The other two girls who had come with her sat on the grass at the foot of the chairs. “Do you all know Lydia and Kara?” The group greeted them.

“I have one if we’re playing,” Elliot said. “Would you rather have to jump in the pool right now or eat a live cricket?” He pointed to the bush, where I could no longer hear the insects, but I was sure they were still there.

“Pool!” almost everyone said at once.

Cooper and I looked at each other and both said, “Live cricket.”

“What?” Lacey asked with a look of disgust.

“We’ve eaten the dried version before. A little salt and pepper and they’re golden,” Cooper said.

I raised my eyebrows. “Golden?”

He swatted his hand at me. “Don’t start.”

I held his sparkling eyes and laughed.

“I have one,” Lacey said, tilting her head at me. “Unrequited love or not being able to love at all?”

I shot her wide eyes, but she just gave me innocent ones back.

“Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?” Elliot asked. “Did you seriously just ask that question?”

“Is that a famous question?” Iris asked.

“Tennyson,” I said. “Do you really not know that age-old quote?”

“It sounds familiar,” she said. “And I think I’d rather not love at all. Unrequited love is so pathetic.”

“Ouch,” Lacey said. “I don’t think it’s pathetic. But very tragic. Artists use it to feed their muses. Muses are such ravenous things.”

Now I couldn’t help but laugh. I picked up a piece of watermelon from the plate I had abandoned on the ground next to me and threw it at her. She jumped off the end of the chair with a scream, which sent the chair teetering backward with its now uneven weight distribution. I rolled off onto the ground and Elliot landed on top of me.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, pushing himself off, then helping me up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Cooper was there too, obviously having jumped out of his chair when ours toppled. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, giving me a once-over.

“Whoever said chivalry was dead?” Lacey asked.

I held my hands up. “Boys, seriously, it was, like, a one-foot fall.”

“I wasn’t worried about the fall. Just the weight that landed on you,” Cooper said, smacking Elliot on the back playfully.

I tilted my head at Cooper. He was definitely acting weird. “I’m fine.”

We all settled back into our spots and spent the next hour playing the game. Finally, Lacey stretched and said, “I better go see a man about some fireworks.” She stood up, this time making sure we’d repositioned our weight before taking hers completely off.

“Need any help?” I asked.

“Sure. We’ll be back,” she said to the rest of the group as I joined her. “The best view will be on the deck by the pool. You all might want to move there.”

When we were out of hearing range of the group, I said, “Are you trying to give me away?”

She laughed a little. “It was harmless. I don’t think he suspected anything. Besides, he’s here with his girlfriend.”

“She is not his girlfriend. They’ve only been on, like, two dates.”

“Not too serious yet then.”

“Did you notice Cooper acting different tonight?”

“I don’t know him well enough to know his normal.”

“Do you think it’s possible that . . . could Cooper be . . . jealous of Elliot?” I said it out loud and I sort of wanted to take it back.

“Possibly.” We walked around the side of the house toward the garage. “Have you thought about just telling Cooper how you feel?”

“I’m trying to get over Cooper.”

“Even the Cooper that may or may not be showing signs of jealousy?”

I groaned. “He’s my friend, and I’ll go and ruin everything. I gave him a chance, and believe me when I say it wasn’t well received.”

She shrugged. “Things change.”