He smirks. “You asked for it. So…tell me about May. Do we like her? Lucy and I have a bet riding on your firstborn child—she thinks you’re going to name it after her, but I’m like, nah, man, they’re definitely gonna name it Conor.”

I bite back a grin and punch him in the arm. It’s a joking punch, but it lands hard. “Shut it.” I take off down the hall, leaving him rubbing his bicep and muttering protests in my wake.

In reality, things haven’t changed that much in the five days since Conor’s band played, but at the same time, it feels like everything has changed—most of all, the amount of times per minute my heart beats when I know May is nearby, followed closely by how much easier it is for me to get out of my car at school in the mornings.

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I see May for the first time today outside drama class, lingering in the hallway, looking lost. When she catches sight of me, her face lights up for a split second before she shutters it under her normal expression of Whatever. But it’s a split second that will keep me going for weeks. No matter how up-and-down she might be, that expression is there, hiding under her steely exterior, and I’m the only person who gets to see it.

“Hey.” I shuffle over to her.

“Hey.” She blesses me with one of her rare smiles. I want to kiss her right here in the hallway, dip her over and plant one on her mouth like we’re a couple in a black-and-white photograph, but instead I settle for a quick squeeze of her forearm.

“Ready for drama?” My tone conveys how we both feel about the class.

She smirks. “Totally. Can’t wait to see Kowalski’s hair today. Should be interesting, since it’s raining.”

I pull open the door to the auditorium. “After you.”

Chapter Thirty-seven

When Zach walks up to me outside drama, my first thought is that he looks extra cute today, which is so lame. My brain is turning to total mush because of this guy. I don’t remember ever being like this with Miles, even when we first started dating, but then again, my relationship with Miles was different.