“Why did that dude – man, what’s his name – follow Jennifer around like a puppy?” Logan was saying.
Even though Logan’s tone had a bit of stinging edge to it, Mark could have sworn the redhead’s face flushed a darker red as soon as he mentioned Jennifer.
“Dunno,” George replied. “Bet he thinks he’s so great and everything. A transfer and an eighth grader.” He clapped on his best friend’s back. “I’m sure Jennifer hated it. But she’s just too nice to complain about it. I mean, he’s new.”
Logan nodded, seemingly feeling better.