What a strange turn of events. Benjamin Flynn was following me around, begging me to forgive him, and professing his love for me. I used to be the one doing all of the chasing. I stared at Ben’s face, wanting to believe him. I wanted to believe him when he said Libby kissed him and he didn’t kiss her back. I wanted to believe him when he said Libby just assumed they were back together, and I wanted to believe him when he said he loved me because the look in his eyes seemed real. But it didn’t make sense. I took his hand and led him to my house. My mother and father were both still at work. I unlocked the front door and led him downstairs. We sat down on the couch. “Ben, I need to call Libby,” was all I said, and I walked away. I went upstairs and dialed Libby’s number. Libby answ
