“I doubt it will happen,” I told her. “Conrad doesn’t care about girls.” I knew that wasn’t true; he did care about girls. He’d cared enough about that girl Angie from last summer to go to second with her, hadn’t he?
Taylor’s brown eyes gleamed. “I love a challenge. Didn’t I win class president last year? And class secretary the year before that?”
“Of course I remember. I was your campaign manager. But Conrad’s different. He’s …” I hesitated, searching for just the right word to scare Taylor off. “Almost, like, disturbed.”
“What?” she shrieked.
Quickly I backtracked. Maybe “disturbed” had been too strong a word. “I don’t mean “disturbed,” exactly, but he can be really intense. Serious. You should go for Jeremiah. I think he’s more your type.”
“And just what does that mean, Belly?” Tay
