Olivia
“You’re right, Olivia.” Angela’s eyes were filled with tears. As though she was suddenly deflated, she plopped down on the stool behind her and let out a deep, heavy sigh.
“So you do have a crush on Nathan?”
Angela nodded grimly, her eyes not wanting to meet mine. “I know it’s silly, but I feel like I’ve been in love with him since middle school,” she admitted. “Ever since we sat next to each other in science class and we had to work on a project together, I’ve been in love with him.”
“All this time?” I asked, c*****g my head to the side. “Why didn’t you ever tell him? You were always so popular — he probably would have jumped at the chance.”
Surprisingly, Angela shook her head. “I tried, on more than one occasion. I invited him to a school dance and he declined. In high school
