“Yeah, right. The way they see me at my school, I’m just the class clown, you know? The jock who makes people laugh and has girls lining up at his locker.” I swallowed. “A whole line, huh?” “Don’t be jealous, Stig,” he said, humor etched in his voice. “None of them compare to you.” “Oh, fuck off.” “I’m serious! They don’t.”
