Jesse wishes Zach would stop trying to screw him up and go talk to Emily already. It’s so obvious he likes her. Every little thing he does is punctuated with a look her way to make sure she saw it.
And if Zach was over there with her, maybe that would mean Bryan could come over here with him. Jesse doesn’t like the easy way Emily touches Bryan, or the way she always manages to make him laugh.
He tries to take his mind off them, though. Off Bryan, and his strawberry-blond hair that’s cut too short, his green-gold eyes that are too big, his lips that are too red. Hair Jesse wants to run his fingers through. Eyes he wants to stare into forever. Lips he wants to taste again and again.
Stop it, his mind warns.
Jesse frowns at Mrs. Beckingham as she says something he doesn’t quite follow.
