“He asked you out on a date, huh?” I said, sitting in front of Atlanta . We were on her bed with a bowl of chips and M&Ms to the side.
“Mhm.” Atlanta cupped her cheeks to hide the blush that never went away after we began the topic of her crush. “He doesn’t know why I have to wear the gloves whenever I’m with him, but he doesn’t mind. I like him so much.”
“Hey, I don’t know why you wear the gloves either,” I said, popping an M&M into my mouth. “Caspian wears them at dance, too. He thinks I should wear a pair, but I said hell no.”
Atlanta sat up, crossing her legs and putting her chin on the heel of her hands. “By the way, doesn’t Caspian mind being your partner? He would’ve done everything to get Amber back.” I felt queasy for a second, knowing how oblivious Atlanta was to the relations
