“And that’s what you always say,” I humphed.
“But Katie…” Heather looked guilty. Good.
“Trust me! You would’ve liked him too!” I gave her the grin she said made me look like a puppy; you can’t be exasperated with a puppy.
Okay, nevermind, she sighed anyway. “And yet he flirted, maybe got a number, and never even texted, right? You’ve just been sitting around waiting and neglecting math homework.” She gestured meaningfully at my Algebra textbook.
I puffed up my cheeks. “No…”
Heather reached over and squeezed my face, forcing all the air trapped there to come out in a gush. “Yes.”
“Okay, maybe. But I honestly thought he would call.”
“Well, think again, hon’.” She shrugged. “Sorry. Can we maybe get back to some x’s and y’s? Quality guys don’t like stupid girls.”
I groaned and picked up my pencil. “All right. Let’s start coefficienating.”
Hannah grinned, “Nice word.”
“Why th…”
“Katie? What’s wrong?”
“Oh. My. God. Look.” I pointed to the biography shelf. “It’s him.”