“No, I’m not saying it has to be now or never, what kind of asshole do you think I am?” He shook his head. “I’m saying I don’t...”
The frustration clogged his words. This was worse than trying to express what he’d been feeling in the first place. He could see it all sliding between his fingers, and had no idea how to stop it. Like trying to hold water in a pail filled with holes.
"Yeah, sullen and withdrawn, trying to come up with a reason for the way that I've been acting. I got madly jealous about Evan, and I wasn't sure what to do about that, then Lucas comes along and adds to it, and I figured that I should probably sit myself down and give it more thought. Like, real, actual thought. When we had the date, it felt really natural. And I didn't feel uncomfortable like I thought that I should. We were laughing and having a great time, and I loved seeing that smile on your face."
He watched Mary walk to the door. He watched her turn the knob and yank the door open. She wasn’t kidding. She was actually leaving. He’d kissed her, and she was walking out the door. On top of that, she seemed to be pissed off at him.