“Seems to me you have Melissa to do all that with. Well, except for the talk about girls part. It isn’t like I haven’t tried to talk to you.”
“Liar,” he says. “If I let you, you would just sit in silence and not say anything all day. I am busting my butt to find things for us to do—anything that you might like. And all I get is ‘I don’t care,’ or, ‘I don’t know.’ You don’t even say no. And again, what do you have against Melissa? So I like her, big deal. And I want to be completely honest about how I feel about her . . . about liking someone, you know?” He slides further back on his bed. “I’m not sure you’re being honest with me, or anyone else, to tell the truth.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” But I know where he is going with this, and it makes my stomach ball up.
“You know exactly
