Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong."
I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?"
"Do I... you mean Jon?"
"Yes!"
"Well, sure. He's nice and -"
"No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited.
"Well, no. I mean, not like that...."
No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...

Autore: Wendelin Van Draanen

Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong."<br />I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?"<br />"Do I... you mean Jon?"<br />"Yes!"<br />"Well, sure. He's nice and -"<br />"No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited.<br />"Well, no. I mean, not like that...."<br />No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then... - Wendelin Van Draanen

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