" So, are you going to tell me what I did to piss you off that year? Because I’m coming up totally blank.”
I turn on him. “Seriously? You’re coming up blank?”
“Why don’t you help me out here?”
I just stare at him uncomprehendingly.
“C’mon, Jemma,” he taunts. “Use your words.”
I rise, my hands curled into fists by my sides. “Oh, I’ll use my words all right, douchebucket. Remember the eighth-grade dance? Is that ringing any bells for you?”
He scratches his head, looking thoughtful for a moment. And then…“You mean the graduation dance? If I remember correctly, you didn’t even show up.”
“Is that what you think? That I didn’t show up?” I almost want to laugh at the absurdity of it--Ryder trying to act like the injured party, as if I’d stood him up.
“You got a better explanation?” he asks.
“I shouldn’t have to explain it to you. Jerk,” I add under my breath. And then, “I’m going for a walk.”
He rises, towering over me now. “So you’re just going to storm off? Really, Jem?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding furiously. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. How clever of you to figure it out.”
I can feel Ryder’s eyes boring a hole in my back as I flounce down the stairs and hurry down the drive with as much dignity as I can muster. "

― Kristi Cook , Magnolia (Magnolia Branch, #1)