:: Waiting for You excerpt ::

Nash goes, “Can I ask you something?”

“What?” Did he read my mind before about being in desperate need of a fashion overhaul?

“Actually, it’s more like…I need your advice. About something.”

“Okay.” Yes, you do need a whole new haircut and, yes, I can tell you exactly how it should look.

“It’s about…” Nash jiggles his leg up and down. I can’t believe he’s nervous about this. I mean,

it’s no big deal. “There’s someone I might…like.”

“Oh.” That’s the last thing I ever thought he’d tell me.

“So . . .yeah. But I’m not exactly the most outgoing guy.”

That’s the understatement of the century. I’ve seen Nash talk to one girl at school besides me.

And that was only because her chair leg was on his backpack strap.

“You could say that,” I admit.

He nods.

“So you want me to . . .tell you what do to?”

“Ah…I’m just not sure what to do about it.”

“Does she know you like her?”

“No.”

“How do you know? Maybe she’s already picked up on your vibe.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Who is it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“So I know her.”

“No comment.”

And that’s when it hits me. Is this Nash’s way of telling me he likes me?