I squint my eyes and glare at him. 	“I don’t have a crush on Quinn anymore.”	He raises a golden eyebrow. 	“No?”	I shake my head. “No.”	“Why is that?” 	I stare at him long and hard, trying to decide what to say. Should I be downright, painfully honest? I’ve always found that the best way to be, so I nod. 	“Two words.”	He waits. 	“Dante. Giliberti.”	I hear him suck in his breath and I smile. Sometimes, honesty is refreshing and so very worth it. 	“Me?” He sounds so surprised, as though he doesn’t know that he is practically a living breathing Adonis. I nod. 	“You.”	He studies me again and I fight the need to fidget as I wait for his reaction. 	After a minute of nerve-wracking silence, he finally answers. 	“So, will you keep the bracelet?” 	I nod. 	“Can I kiss you again?” 	I nod. 	So he does.
Courtney Cole, Dante's Girl
crush, kiss, love, teenager