My English teacher is so nice.
Really nice. And pretty too.
I'd better not say that to Jessica, though.
She'd accuse me of having a crush.
Like that'd happen.

I pounced on the phone and hit the talk button before the first ring had ever ended.
"Hello?" My heart was in my throat, and I was gripping the phone so hard it almost popped out my hand.
"Hey, Jess," Damon's voice resonated through the speaker.
"Hey!" I said, sitting up straight.
"Listen, can I speak to Elizabeth?" Damon said.
"What?" I asked.
"Is Elizabeth around?" he asked, this time sounding tired and annoyed.
Part of me wanted to just yell at him - ask him who he thought he was, calling here and asking for my sister instead of me after I'd been wondering where he was all afternoon. But I was too angry and too confused to put my thoughts into any kind of coherent order.
Instead I just thrust my phone toward my sister without saying good-bye.
Then I got up and walked out the room. There was no way I was going to stick around and listen to my sullen, distant boyfriend joke around with my sister.

Wild Child Thanks Angelina for the excerpt