Sofia threw up her hands at his question as if to say "what other option do I have?" And that was truly a good question. He shared nearly every good childhood memory with her, and even past that-- he was her first love and it ended badly. So badly that this was the first time she'd spoken to him since their falling out in the cafeteria. She hadn't been over it at graduation and now, a year later, she still wasn't over it. There was no use in pretending she was over it, or that she could be the bigger person and not act like a petty bitch every time she saw him.
"Fine," she hissed at him, annoyed that he wanted to talk about it at all. What even was there to talk about? She'd assumed they'd stay together after high school, yet he seemed to pick every college on the opposite side of the country while also hanging out with a girl who had a serious case of the hearteyes. And when she was being irrational it ended-- and voila-- who is Preston dating in the aftermath? That bitch.
Yeah, she was still bitter.
So it went without saying that she wasn't even sure what there was to talk about. As she stepped out on the lawn she crossed her arms over her chest, spinning to look at him, expression set. "By all means. What the fuck do we have to talk about?"