I rush inside the room, slum the door shut and lean against it, clutching my chest as if I'm coming from running a marathon. Okay, I gotta admit. I have never run that fast. Not even when I thought I saw a spider in my room last summer. And trust me, it was a full-on, top-speed dash for survival. I'm talking Olympic-level sprinting, complete with high-pitched shrieking and a shoe thrown halfway across the room.
But seriously, what the hell just happened down there? Okay so he said I was cute. What's the big deal about it? People say that all the time - to puppies, to babies, to...plants, probably. It doesn't mean anything. Cute is basically a polite way of saying, 'You exist, and I appreciate that.' It's definitely not worth the weird thing in my stomach.
Shaking my head, I push myself f
