“Don’t you think she’s pretty?”
“I don’t know, she’s okay I guess.”
“I think she’s beautiful.”
“I know. Am I the only one who knows? You know, that you’re...”
“Well, unless you count my dog, yeah.”
“What have you done in front of your dog that made him think you’re gay?”
“...I’m not answering that question.”
“C’mon.”
“I have to go to fifth period.”
“Fine.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
