Clarisse snorts. It's not a genuine laugh, but it's the closest thing she can manage.

"Yeah. You wouldn't know about it because you're always single." Boom, roasted.

She stops messing with her thumbnails and rolls onto her side so she can look at Abby. She knows that Abby is going to Hate This, but she has to be honest and she doesn't have anyone else to say it to.

"I think... I love her," she says quietly. It's why this all hurts so much. If she didn't love Ellie, she wouldn't care, right? "Don't—tell anybody I said that."