Sloane was torn between accepting what he said at face value and moving on. She desperately wanted to move on, to go back to being friends; to spending time together without it being awkward or weird. On the other hand, she still thought he wasn't be honest with her. What disagreement? Because she hadn't wanted to take divination with him? Really?

The whole thing was so frustrating. She was over it. Time to make a choice and get on with it.

"I don't even know what disagreement you're talking about. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but you have to promise me from here on out that you'll just tell me when I'm being a brat and that I need to knock it off." Seriously, she couldn't fix it if he didn't tell her. If she took the teasing too far or was being obnoxious for whatever reason. Sloane didn't remember anything getting out of hand that day on High Street, but he had seemed off by the end of it and then had started the year of supreme awkwardness.

Perching herself back on the edge of the bed, she settled in against the rail and watched him quietly for a minute. "Better?"