“Any day now, Dean.” A sigh escapes him. “All right. Fine.” His eyes look even bluer as they hold mine. “I had a thing for you first.” What? I choke on nothing. I start coughing and sputtering, and I have to force my eyes away from him. “What are you talking about?” Dean bites his lip with another indifferent shrug. “Before I started dating Mandy. It was freshman year and you walked into Mr. Adilman’s class wearing that little denim skirt and purple blazer. Your hair was all long and gold and had some kind of flower clip in it. I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.”
