“Yeah. I want Grant. Even though I know, I can’t have him.”
“You do know that’s weird,” Jane said.
“Yeah, I know it’s weird. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking about it.”
“Trust me, I know,” she said. “You talk about it every time I come over.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I just want you to get your first kiss so we can talk and compare and do all of that fun stuff. But maybe you should be looking at someone who already likes you instead of someone who you can’t have.”
“Like Ike,” I said grimacing.
“Exactly,” she said with a smile. “He’s really not a bad guy. And he’s head over heels for you. I can see it. He’s always making googly eyes at you and watching you walk down the hallway. He’s got it bad. You could easily have your first kiss with him.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “But—”
“But what, Theresa?”
“Do you think there’s a chance Grant might like me back?”
“Would it matter?” she asked.
“I think it would. I mean, it doesn’t make sense for me to have a crush on someone that doesn't like me back. But if he likes me, maybe it could be a one-time thing. Like with you and Chance.”
“Chance and I are not a one-time thing.”
“What?” I asked. “Did he ask you out?”
“Yes, he did. I’m going on my first date!”
I threw my arms around my best friend as we jumped up and down. I was so excited for her. She had been crushing on Chance Fuller for an entire year, and she was getting to go on a date with him.
But a part of me was jealous that she was getting her dream guy.
I wanted my dream guy, too.
“When? Where is he taking you? Do you know what you’re wearing?” I asked. “Please tell me I can help you pick out your outfit.”
“Of course, you can. Who else would?” Jane asked. “We’re going out this Saturday night if my parents let me.”
“Oh, my gosh, what if they don’t let you?” I asked
“I’ll sneak out,” she said, shrugging.
“Jane! You can’t do that.”
“Why not? You can kiss the guy your parents let move in, but I can’t sneak out of the house to go on my first date? I might even let him touch my boob.”
“Wait, over the shirt or under?” I asked.
“Under,” she grinned.
“You wouldn’t! Jane, that’s like an open invitation to have sex.”
“Yeah. And?”
I gawked at my best friend as she strutted around my room.