“So?” Jenna smacks my arm with a cheesy grin. “What?” “Tanner,” she says as she rolls her eyes. “What about Tanner?” While I know where she’s going with this, I can’t for the life of me figure out why. “He’s cute.” “There are lots of cute guys on campus…” “Yeah, but this cute guy seems interested.” “One: no, he’s not. Two: I’m not interested.” I glare at her and a pause settles between us.
