"Right, church." Like she actually wanted to go. He wasn’t sure what was more fucking irritating––the fact that she was already trying to bail on him or the fact that he had actually missed her and was finding it hard not to crack a smile at her joke––or, more accurately, her excuse. "You know, I’m sure Jesus would forgive you for missing a day. I hear he was an alright guy." He wasn’t entirely sure why he was doing this––trying to hang out with her when she was acting this way. Before Arely, his life was simple: football and girls. But she had complicated it by being interesting, and funny, and honestly, a little mean, which was more than alright as long as it wasn’t being aimed at him. "I mean, he’s forgiven you for all the other shit, right?" It was a joke. He hoped she took it that way.