You're right.
That's all the text from Nicholas says. Despite its terseness, I know exactly what he's talking about. We haven't spoken since our conversation about Homecoming a few weeks ago. I'd left him with lots to think about. But he's a good kid. His dad may be a d**k, but stepdad Aaron's been around a while, and before that, my brothers and I made sure Nicky had good male role models.
I text him back as soon as I pull into Quincy's lot and park my car.
Me: I'm glad you think so. Now what are you going to do about it?
Nicky: I asked her if she wanted to go on a real date with me. Before the dance.
Me: And?
Nicky: And we're going to the movies tomorrow night.
Me: No expectations of s*x?
Nicky: Nope. I've been sitting with her at lunch a couple times a week. And we've partner
