““What?” I snap to attention and cock my head at Marco, who is helping me frost apple cupcakes. “Spider — what?”
He gives me a sly smile. “Oh, so you are listening.”
I feel myself blush, the red flame creeping across my cheeks. “Sorry.”
“I’ve been talking for the past ten minutes, and you haven’t said anything except ‘mmm,’ ‘hmm,’ or ‘mmm-hmm.’”
“I heard what you were saying,” I protest, but the moment the words are out of my mouth, I realize that I have zero idea what Marco has been talking about. Soccer? English class? My blush flares brighter when I realize it could be anything. “Okay, tell me again.”
Marco looks skeptical. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”
I sigh, dip the spreading knife into the vanilla frosting, then look around — kind of furtively, I guess, because Marco says, “Is it some dramatic secret?”
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