She rolled over to face me. “I do, too. I feel this energy around us. Like big things are happening. That’s why you need a girlfriend. A serious one. And I need a boyfriend.”

I held her hand. She was so broken up about Jamie cheating on her that I thought for sure she would take a break to regroup and mend her heart. I was wrong. “Why do you need a boyfriend?”

“To fuck with Jamie. To show him I’m okay.”

I laced my fingers with hers. “Listen, it’s okay that you’re not okay. He did a shitty thing and everyone knows.” Hayley had a great heart, but she hated to show weakness. “Maybe now we can hang out at the mall more or get back to our weekend routine of watching every single sports-themed movie ever made.” I missed her.

“But if you find somebody to date, then we could double date,” she said.

“With whom? You’re not dating anyone.” I sat up. “Or wait. Are you?”

She blushed and looked away. I squeezed her fingers. “What’s happening and why am I the last to know?”

“I like two guys.”

The hetero world was a giant mall with so many options for Hayley. The kiosk of lesbians in my world wasn’t always open and hardly had any options. A cute, perky girl like Hayley wasn’t going to stay single for long. I was probably going to be single until college. “Tell me which ones and I’ll tell you if I approve.”

“Okay, so I like Drew in my Careers class. You know who I’m talking about, right? I think you had a class with him last year.”

The summer had been good to Drew. He grew six inches and filled out. He went from just average Joe to hottie, and he was making his way through the cheerleading squad. I knew he was only in it for sex.

“Next! Drew’s too much of a player.”

“Yeah, but he’s hot. Like superhot and all muscly.”

“There are plenty of hot guys who aren’t players. Who else? You said there were two guys.”

She sat up. “You have to work with me here. He’s completely different from anyone else I’ve ever been interested in.”

Hayley didn’t have a type. She liked them all. As long as they paid her attention, she was interested. It made me nervous. “Tell me. I won’t get mad.”

“Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know,” I said defensively. “I just wanted you to know that I won’t judge you or think any less of you. As long as it’s nobody on the football team.”

“I kind of like Zay.”

“The tall, lanky, emo dude? With black hair and piercings and eyeliner that’s better than mine?”

She huffed. “See? Judgy much?”