Jessa

If my heart beat any harder, Benny’s vinyl booth was going to crack. I told myself to breathe, to act normal, to be chill — but apparently my body heard that request and decided to reject it violently, because I could not calm down to save my life.

Noah Carter asked me out.

And I was sitting here, across from him, eating fries and staring at the boy who used to roll his eyes at me and call me “Lombardi, seriously?” like I was a pop quiz he didn’t study for.

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