“That boy is an idiot,” Lizzie muttered, not looking up from her page. “Our friend is in love with a class-A idiot.” “He’s not that bad,” I replied and then quickly backpedaled. “Hold on—you think Claire’s in love with Gibsie?” Now Lizzie looked at me. “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked. “What girl in her right mind puts up with years of flirting and tormenting if she doesn’t have serious feelings for him?”
