“Everyone in the Pizza Den. Milo, for instance.” I didn’t want to harp on this, but couldn’t help it. His name just slipped out.
“Well, at least no one good heard.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Milo’s a dork. He doesn’t count.”
I started to object but stopped myself. Milo was so much more than a dork, but maybe it’s better if Ivy thought of him that way. There’d be less competition. Plus, I didn’t want her knowing I liked him.
“Wait a second.” Ivy smiled like she could read my mind. “You like him.”
“Who?”
“Milo. It’s obvious.” She clapped and said, “Ha! That’s so typical.”
“I don’t like him,” I said, but couldn’t meet her gaze. “And what do you mean by typical?”
“Just that he’s totally your type – tall, skinny, floppy haired. All quiet so you never know what he’s thinking. I guess he’s not hideous but he definitely needs a wardrobe update. Have you noticed that sweater he always wears? The one with the big hole?” |