Turns out, my question will come up sooner than I imagined it would. As I make my way out to my car after school, I notice Tess walking in the same direction. Dani is with the cheerleaders, doing a last minute rehearsal, and here I am, walking to my car, and Tess, it seems, is parked right next to me. I can feel my heart in my chest, my mind scrambling for the right words. I notice that she is looking at me. We meet right in front of my car. “Hey,” I say. “Is this your car?” “My parents’ actually,” she replies, starting toward the door. “Wait—I mean—I was wondering if I could ask you something.” She pauses, turns back, and looks at me with some degree of apprehension. “Sure, what’s up?”