“Hey, Trevor,” Decker says. “You-uns having a party?” “Nah,” I tell him. “I’m crashing girls’ night.” He wags his eyebrows like a typical high school boy, probably imagining a far more exciting night than the one I’m actually about to have. No one needs to know I’m going to settle in for a romcom in a room full of women on a Friday night. The things I do to be near Lexi sometimes border on mortifying.” RomcomGirls NightFriendzoned Book:Friendshipped Source: Friendshipped