"It hurt. 'Like a sister,' who says that?" I tell Diana in a whisper. It's been bothering me since it happened and today's the first day I can lay in bed for hours contemplating what it may or may not mean with my best friend's help. My blankets swaddle me as I sit in a ball of sadness on my bed.
"I don't think he meant it like that," she insists. "I think he was just saying it so that if you were into J.D., he wouldn't be in the way of things, you know?"
"Ugh," I say in response as I adjust the phone. "I don't know why this is bothering me so much."
"I think I know," she admits.
"Why?" I ask, ready to disprove her theory.
"You like him," she says confidently. I sit in silence for a few seconds.
"I don't know how I feel," I admit. "I don't want to like him; that's for sure."
"Why n
