Jessa

By Monday, it felt like the whole school had watched that kiss in slow motion.

They probably had.

I’d had an amazing weekend — which, honestly, still felt weird to think about. Saturday, Noah and I hung out on his back porch, sharing junk food and listening to music while his little sister made fun of us for “being disgusting and in love.” Sunday, we spent way too long on the phone, talking about nothing and everything until my battery died mid-sentence.

For once, I didn’t ...