Tears blur my vision as I race upstairs and slam my bedroom door shut behind me. I collapse on the bed, blubbering. I wanted Nate. It isn’t fair! I wanted to go out with him, to kiss him, to hold him, me. Ever since I was nine…
Bryan knew him first, a small voice inside my head whispers.
So? He’s a boy. He isn’t supposed to be with another boy. Nate’s supposed to be interested in me.
By the time I’m all cried out, my make-up’s run and my pillow looks like Tinkerbelle exploded on it. I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself, trying to think, but I keep seeing that kiss, an uncommon tenderness in my brother’s touch, a look of love shining clearly on Nate’s face.
Who am I kidding? I never stood a chance.
Part of me wants to call Shelley immediately and tell her everything, but I know m
