“Why would she think that?” “I don’t know. Because she was always jealous when girls looked at me. And you must have looked at me once. And it made her think that.” “But, I mean, you believed her.” “Well, I mean, I hoped she was right.” “Why?” “What do you mean, ‘why’?” “Why did you hope that she was right? Did you want me to have a crush on you?”
