“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls,” Claire huffed. “Yep,” I agreed weakly. “They certainly do.” “What are we like?” Claire chuckled half-heartedly. “Both liking the worst possible thing for us.” “Me?” I shook my head and jumped into denial mode. “I don’t like anyone.” “Yeah, right,” Claire scoffed. “Don’t even try to pretend, Little Miss Blush. I see the way you watch him.” “Claire.” I shook my head and sighed. “You’re imagining things.” “Oh, look,” she gasped, pointing behind me. “Johnny’s coming over here.”
