Mike laughs as I pull my safety goggles off. “You have goggle lines,” he tells me, tracing them with one finger.
Shockingly, I suddenly realize my pulse is a rushing the blood through my veins and I’m having difficulty forming coherent thoughts.
Why, why am I crushing on Mike?!?
He turns and goes back to his desk while I gaze after him, still shell-shocked at my realization. I suck in a breath and then release it, thinking that now, I might be able to get over Will. I smile wonderingly, realizing I might actually have a chance with Mike, and that maybe, maybe I’ll be able to be happier again and forget Will.

Haha.

The world isn’t that kind to me.
Directly after school, I find out that Will dumped Kristen, so he’s as free as a singing bird. And instantly, I’m torn.
Will? or Mike?
And what if neither of them like me anyway?
I grimace to myself, aware that my thoughts are so trivial it’s pathetic. Who really cares who you date as a Sophmore in highschool? It isn’t as though you’ll marry them.