It tingles a little, his hand in mine, and I don’t think I like it. The feeling only gets worse when he finally smiles at me. But I don’t hate it. I don’t hate him the way I thought I would. I think we could be friends, maybe. “Hi, Cannon.” The way he says my name, it makes my heart feel all fuzzy. My belly does a weird little flip too, and I don’t like that. It’s strange, and my hand still tingles from him touching me, and it’s all too much. And I decide right there, I don’t like him after all. I doubt I ever will.
My heart
