I snort and whisper back, “I hate you.” “You love me.” My stomach does a little flip and my mouth goes dry. Completely oblivious to the reaction he just got out of me, Andrew walks past to greet more people from Fort Caroline. I try to do the same. But I can’t help glancing over at him through the crowd. Every time I do it’s like he feels my eyes on him and he looks right at me, smiles, and winks.
