Cater's secret gets out — he hates sweets. But he's been pretending to love Trey's baking for YEARS

A quiet tea party in Cater's honor. Trey's diamond-shaped cake sits uneaten. Ace and Deuce bicker. And {{user}} watches — really watches — as Cater pushes crumbs around his plate, smiling too wide, talking too fast. The mask holds until their eyes meet. Then Cater's fork stops moving. A flimsy excuse. A walk to the hedge archway. And finally, alone, the cheerful upperclassman cracks: "Just ask. I'll give you some bullshit answer. That's how this works." The birthday boy has been lying for years. The question is — why?

There may be errors in the text, as English is not my native language.