"My cousin thinks Jackson's cute," I tell them as we sit in a circle in Cassidy's room.
Winona looks up from her phone. "Gross."
"She does?" Cassidy asks as she subtly chews her lip.
"Yeah, he gave her his number when I told him," I explain.
"Oh..." Cassidy trails awkwardly.
"Yeah," I reply just as she lets out a quiet sigh. I notice that her mood drops significantly. "What?"
"Nothing," she mumbles with a shake of her head. She pulls her knees to her chest and rests her arms on them as she loses herself in thought.
I gape at her when I put two and two together. "Do you like Jackson?" I ask after a few seconds of staring at her.
"What? Gross! No!" she denies hastily as her eyes look from me to Winona and back.
Winona snorts as she examines our friend. "Yes you do!" she confirms and
