“Summer! Summer, what?” He asked, matching her tone. He grinned, to make it known that he was teasing.
“That assumes that he likes me back,” she muttered, bitterness rising in her throat. “What if — what if Jesse is right, and I’m just not — I don’t deserve … what if I’m not good enough?” She rubbed her hands over her face and took another deep breath. “No, sorry, skip that. Ignore me. I’ll — I’ll text him tonight. After I get back from the library.”
“You’re never going to know if you don’t actually balls up and ask him,” Stiles said, eyebrows raised. “I don’t know who Jesse is, but he sounds like a dick and you should probably just ignore him,” he said, face serious. “That’s the spirit!”
That made her snort out a laugh. “Jesse is — was — my first boyfriend. My only boyfriend, ever. Before I met you. He, um, he found out something about me that made him hate me, and — but I can’t just avoid him. We have classes together.”