“I know. You don’t date. You don’t go to prom. You don’t have friends. You don’t drive. You don’t talk. You don’t like school. You don’t leave your house. You don’t tell anyone anything about you. I get it!” He twisted his mouth in frustration. “I get it and I don’t care. I like you and I think that you like me too. You’re just scared to admit it. I don’t know why and if you aren’t ready to tell me why, I guess that’s okay, but I like you. I like you, I like you, I like you.”
