He keeps those thoughts to himself.
Apparently Jesse has more than one question on his mind. “Do you like her a lot?”
Bryan shrugs. “I guess.” And because he has to ask, he has to know, he adds, “Why, do you like her?”
Jesse sort of looks away and shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess.”
You guess. Bryan squeezes his eyes shut. His heart feels like it’s stopped. There’s your answer, isn’t it? He likes her. Not you, her. Get it, Bryan? Not you.
“She gave me a note,” Jesse continues. “It’s kind of like…”
“A love note?” Bryan hopes his voice doesn’t sound as mean and hurtful as it does to his own ears. I wrote that, Jesse. Those are my words. That’s how I feel about you, not her.
“Kind of.” Jesse scuffs his sneaker on the floor and bumps Bryan’s foot again. Is that on purpose? “I really though
