"I was, but it's stupid," I said. He lifted a brow, so I added, "You and Stacia seem friendly."
Tolliver's brow furrowed. "Not sure what that has to do with anything. Like I said, our parents are tight."
"You called her Stass."
"Because it's her name?"
"Tolliver, don't play dumb."
"I'm honestly not."
"If you wanted to be in a situationship with her, I wouldn't blame you," I said with a shrug. "She's a good person, bright and bubbly. Attractive."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "And?"
"Ugh, fine. I thought she might be who you wanted to impress."
Tolliver stood frozen.
"And I may have gotten a tiny bit jealous." I crossed my arms as his lips lifted in a slow smile. "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm not," he said, stepping closer.
"Yes, you are."
"Nope."
"Your sense of humor is not one of your strong suits, Stone."
"Well, obviously, reading people isn't one of yours."
My jaw dropped.
"It's you, Freya."
"What?"
"You're the girl," he said.
That made my words suddenly disappear.
"I knew you'd dated Wayne, figured you were into basketball. You pretty much always sat at that same table after school. So yeah, I was out there, trying to impress you."
Shaking my head, I repeated, "You were?"
"So, did it work?"
"You gave me a concussion," I said.
"Yeah, not exactly the smoothest way to get your attention."
After a moment, I laughed and so did he.
"You really look beautiful," he said.
Leaning up, I stole a kiss from his lips, lingering there for a moment, then retreated back into myself.
"We should go out there," I said, "before Stacia gets the wrong idea."
