“Now I know something new about the girl I like.” “You make it sound as if she’s…” Benson’s jaw drops, and he eyes me like I’ve turned into Shrek. “Is she the first girl you’ve ever liked?” I fix my hood in annoyance, furrowing my brow and looking away. “Yes.” “Dude. Are you for real? That’s amazing.” “It’s embarrassing.” “No, you dumbass. It means she’s special. Maybe even the one.” I blink. Is he fucking serious?
