"Mick? The guy who can't stand you?" "The very same." I sigh, sitting down at my desk and opening up my computer. "Did you kiss him back?" "Well, it wasn't like that exactly. It was closed mouth." "Eww. How old are you? Eight?" she asks behind me. I chuckle. "No, I mean...he was saying thank you. It was kind of like a thank you kiss, but...we let it linger a little." "Do you like him?" Rose sits in the chair next to me. I sigh in contemplation, smiling to myself. "When I don't hate him." Leaning back, I close my eyes to recall the moment he pulled me toward him. Rose shakes her head at my silliness and gets up. "So what was he thanking you for?" she asks, now putting folded clothes into a small suitcase on her bed. "Where you going?" "A dance competition in the city. Didn't I tell you?" "Maybe. On a Saturday night?" "No. Tomorrow. But I have to check in at seven a.m., so my mom got us a room.
