“What the hell, Birdie? You just said you didn’t want to go out with him.”
“I don’t. But I don’t want to go to high school and…” She stopped herself.
“And what?” My brows scrunched tighter.
“Nothing.”
“Come on, B. This is me. We don’t keep secrets.”
She peeked up at me and let out a breathy sigh. “I don’t want to start high school and be the only girl who hasn’t ever kissed a guy, okay?” Her cheeks flushed and it was so damn cute.
“You want to kiss someone, B?”
The thought of Harleigh kissing someone made me feel all weird inside. Because she was like a sister to me, yeah that must have been it.
What else could it be?
I blinked the strange thoughts away and scoffed. “You can do better than Peter Fairn.”
“Thanks, but we both know that’s not true.”
Silence hung between us. This was weird. We didn’t talk about kissing. Even when Harleigh had seen me kissing girls—and there had been a few already—she didn’t say anything.
Unable to stand the silence for a second longer, I nudged her shoulder again, capturing her attention. When she lifted those green eyes to me, I said, “I wish you could see yourself like I see you, Birdie. You’re special.”
Too special for the likes of Peter Fairn.
And definitely too special for the likes of me.