She glared at him suspiciously. “What do you mean you have no plan? You can’t get anywhere without a plan. It’s your life. Take control.”
“Oh, what’s the point?” He threw his head to one side, as if he were a truculent five-year-old. “Nothing ever goes right for me. No point making a plan when no one gives me a look-in. My parents didn’t help. Or school. And bosses. Everyone’s against me.”
“Bullshit.”
“You don’t know. It’s easy for you.”
“How so?”
“Everyone likes you because you’re pretty. It’s easy to get on in life. And you’ve had the breaks. I’ve never had any. I don’t get good luck. Only bad.”
She sighed. “That’s the past. We’re talking about the future.”
“It won’t change.”
“Not like that it won’t,” she muttered under her breath.
“What did you say?”
“I said you’re probably right.”