I burst out laughing and cover my mouth with my hand, then say, “Thought this through, have you?”

“Daily.” He laughs. “But maybe not Coldplay. I’m more of a BTS sort of guy, smooth like butter and all that.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re dangerous is what you are.”

“To your heart.” He deadpans. “Really, I’m touched.” He makes a move to tap me with his pencil.

“Reach for my hand, and I’m stabbing you with my pencil.”

“Damn it.” He leans back into his seat, all relaxed and cool looking, which is even more annoying. “You’re no fun.”

“Oh, I’m loads of fun. I just can’t get over that girl up there smiling like she didn’t just somehow wreck you and Ambrose, and I too, wouldn’t last in prison.”

He pauses, and I can see the hesitation on his face before he recovers. “Right, but what would your wedding theme song be? I mean, that’s what’s the most important here…”

I think about it for a minute while Mr. Dekker keeps droning on and on about the new teacher’s aid from Hell and finally say, “Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.”

Quinn glances at Mr. Dekker to make sure I’m assuming he’s not watching us in the back talking, then whispers, “Why that song?”

“Because…” I chew on the end of my pen and then pull it out of my mouth. “It’s about her fantasy. Her fantasy with the perfect guy, only to have reality shatter the minute they’re both back in the real world. I kind of imagine my life like that. Where you get your hopes up and you enjoy the moment as much as you can, and then suck it up when you realize it’s not real.”

Quinn’s face falls. “What makes you think you can’t have that as your reality?”

“What makes you think I can?”

“Do you own a mirror? Not to mention, even if I had to put a bag over your head every day so I could stare at you without vomiting, you have pretty much the best personality ever.”

I shake my head. “You’re an ass.”

“But a nice one.” He points out. “I’m all about personality, regardless of age, sex, gender…” He says the last part quietly.

I tilt my head toward him. “Ever kissed a guy?”

“Once,” he says. “But, and I swore I would take this to my grave, he was super, super bad at it. I had to teach him not to shove his tongue down my mouth. Girls are much softer.”

“Are we, now?”

“Very.” He nods.

It’s so strange. How different Ambrose and Quinn are, and yet, they have similar personalities, almost like Quinn’s allowed to be himself and Ambrose isn’t.

My body suddenly feels heavy.

I’m not surprised by his confession. Everyone experiments in high school, right? I remember going to a weird camp, and the first friends I had and I were so nervous about our first kiss that we all ended up practicing on each other by the campfire.