“I’ve just never seen you so excited to go to Mr. Halifax’s class before. You’d tell me if you actually liked him, right?”
“I swear I do not like him.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. But we still have a couple minutes before class. So tell me, how do you plan on popping the question to Jacob?”
“What question?”
“Where have you been the last five minutes? The practicing third base on him question.”
“That’s not happening,” I said.
“Oh, it’s happening.”
“I can’t ask him that.”
“Of course you can.”
I shook my head. “No, I literally can’t. There is no way to ask that.”
Sophie laughed. “At the party tonight, just pull him aside and tell him you want to blow him.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
She smiled. “Yes!”
“What are you guys talking about?” Jacob asked.
He and Axel had just walked up to our lockers.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Blowjobs,” Sophie said at the same time.
Ah!
Jacob laughed. “That’s a fun conversation to start the day.”
“And a fun way to start the day,” Sophie said. “And speaking of blowjobs, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like them?”
This isn’t happening.
“I think every guy in existence would tell you ten,” Jacob said.
“Yeah?” Sophie turned to me and waggled her eyebrows.
Stop looking at me!
“You wore your glasses,” Axel said.
I looked up at him. “I did.”
He smiled down at me. “Are you coming to the game tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”