"She’s fine," I replied, though I hesitated. Maybe I should tell him about Martha.
"She sort of likes you," I decided it's right to make him know.
"Yeah, I noticed," he said casually.
"Not just a normal kind of 'like', she’s in love with you. She wants to date you."
His only response was a simple "Oh."
"So, what do you think?" I asked, turning my head slightly toward him. We were both lying on our backs, staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t know I was watching him, waiting for his response. My heart was pounding so fast in anticipation of his answer.
"Well, tell her that if she can say it to my face, then I’ll think about it," he said.
His answer stunned me. Usually, he’d just tell girls to go eat dirt, but with Martha, he was different. Did he like her, too? My chest tightened, an
