But then she rounds on me, a finger in my face. “Listen to me right now. I will not sit by this entire summer while you bully that girl and pretend like you’re not head over heels in love with her. She and Justin are done, and I’m kind of glad that asshat is halfway around the world. Now is your time to tell her how you feel. I’ll literally punch you in the balls if August comes around and you’re still sulking in your Tom Collins every night. Got it?”
