"I would pick Hannah, because–"

"I picked Hannah!"

"Because I love her - Because I love her, but she doesn't know I exist."

"…True."

Why did he have to be so dense? It was perfectly obvious that I liked him. At least it was to Sam, Lindsay, and Alex. And the rest of the world once they saw me confessing it on national TV.

But he didn't even realize that I was basically dying inside when I said that one word.

There was a knock. I jumped a bit, wiped my tears, cleared my throat, and said, "Come in."

The door opened a crack. Lindsay poked her head through, saw me, and bit her lip. She slipped in, clicked the door shut, walked over, and sat down next to me. "You okay?"

I sighed and shrugged. "I dunno."

She lightly wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "He's just dense. He doesn't mean to hurt you."

"You realize he kissed you, right?" I asked. "Not me." Any other time I would've been laughing at how, even sitting down, she came up to my chin.

She rolled her eyes. "I kissed him. And we were acting. It was a video!"

"Well, he wasn't exactly Cameron I muttered. "He kissed back."

"Cameron didn't kiss back because he's taken," she pointed out. "You should probably be happy that doesn't apply to Damian."

I shrugged. "Maybe it'd be easier to get over him if it did."

She shook her head. "No, then you'd just wanna kill the girl. Kinda like I wanna do with Macy…"

I half-smiled. "See? I'm not the only one with a crush."

She shrugged. "Alright, so I kinda like him. But it's nothing close to yours." She thought for a moment. "I have an idea."

"What?" I asked, not as nervous as I probably should've been.

She grinned. "You, me, and your gay boyfriend, shopping your pain away."

I smiled at the "gay boyfriend" line. "Okay. But I don't have any money…"

She waved it away. "So I'll pay. Now come on, let's go get Alex." She stood up, grabbed my hand, and started dragging me to the door.

Honestly, just the prospect of a few hours without any (straight) boys was starting to cheer me up. Maybe I'd even get something that would make him–

Oh God, I really was hopeless.