“What was that about?” I whispered to Heather as we walked to writing class. Brandon was talking to a teacher about something or other so I pointed out Mrs. Meclean’s room and left him to his own resources. “They were practically biting each other’s heads off.”

“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah,” she tsked and shook her head. “Tyler obviously had more potential than we previously thought.” I stared blankly at her and she rapped me on the head with her knuckles, “He likes you, dip!”

“Oh,” I murmered. Considering the reality it seemed… no, it was still weird. ‘Tyler likes me.’ Even thinking the words sounded weird. I wasn’t the one in the school every guy had a crush on. I was more a friend than a girlfriend.

“Hey,” Brandon ran up to us and fell in stride with me, “What are you lovely ladies talking about?”

“Pie,” I answered. I thought of Brandon. I was still surprised he liked me, even after his confession that summer…