QUOTE : I go with him to retrieve his backpack. The hallway’s deserted, so he and I steal a kiss against the row of lockers. Then I push him away. “I thought you were morally opposed to PDAs.”<br /><br />“Yeah, they’re gross,” he says, and leans in again.<br /><br />I hold him off with the palms of my hands against his chest. “I’d hate for you to have to do something that makes you uncomfortable.”<br /><br />“I’ll survive.”<br /><br />“Come on,” I say, and shove him toward the exit. “Let’s go. But admit you were wrong about that whole kissing in public thing. It’s not such a crime.”<br /><br />“It is when I’m not the one kissing you.”<br /><br />“Were you jealous of James? Even back then?”<br /><br />“I don’t know,” he says. “Not exactly. And you guys were pretty annoying. I was sincerely disgusted by you—”<br /><br />“Thanks.”<br /><br />“But I’ll admit that if I’d been standing where he was standing, I’d probably have had a different view of the whole thing.”<br /><br />“The funny thing is, he was jealous of you for a while there.”<br /><br />He snorts. “I seriously doubt that your ex has ever been the slightest bit jealous of me. Look at him. And look at me.”<br /><br />“I’m not comparing you two—”<br /><br />“Because I’d lose.”<br /><br />“Well, yeah, but only in looks and personality.”<br /><br />Now it’s his turn to thank me sarcastically.