Clementine:
"Don't tell me you all are fighting over her," Ian scoffed, trying to sound cool by saying things that would grab everyone's attention.
"You stay out of it," Yorick said, gesturing at him.
Ian held his hands up in the air, showing that he surrendered and wouldn't speak. I hated how cocky he always looked.
"Why did you kiss her?" Yorick asked. He was looking at Troy, his eyes fixed on his face before he turned to point at me.
I heard Ian gasp, but far too dramatically. He was trying to make it seem like he was listening to gossip that was deeply intriguing, and I hated it.
"I don't care what you say, Yorick, but don't villainize me. Fine, I did start that rumor so you would break things off with her, but don't act like you were ever in love with her."
The words from Troy caused Ian to tilt his head and look at me, and this time he wasn't trying to provoke me. He was genuinely trying to understand what history we might have had before we came here.
