"It isn't like that," I said, my voice sounding choked, "You don't get the things that you deserve." I said and the words came out flat. I failed to capture the idea.
"I deserve to kiss my sister?" He responded.
"No...I mean yeah but not like that," I said, and I realized I was just digging a deeper hole.
"Tell me, just point-blank Rachel, do you pity me because I am less popular than you were?"
"No!" I said, and it really wasn't that. He wasn't really all that much less popular.
"What, because I don't have your grades and I am not great at sports?" He asked.
"No," I said again.
"Is it because I am not as good looking as you?" He asked. I paused. Just for a second, but I did it.
"No," I said, finally. But I could see in his eyes that he had sense it too. I had, unwittingly, confirm
