“I bet it’s because you never got one.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. Her smile grows wide across her face, and her eyes dance.
“Because I stole all of yours,” she laughs. I stop in my tracks and let her words sink in. She’s practically skipping in front of me, and I rush to catch back up to her.
“All four years?”
“Yep,” she laughs.
“Why would you do that?”
“It was actually sickening how many girls bought candy-grams for you, and I couldn’t let your head get any bigger than it already was. I was doing all of Waverly a favor. Can you imagine the size of your ego if I hadn’t?” She blows out a dramatic breath like she’s alarmed at the thought of what could have happened if I had received a few Valentine’s cards. I probably would have rolled my eyes and thrown them all away.
“You were jealous,” I say. I chuckle when her cheeks turn bright red.
“Of the girls sending them? Ew, gross. Why would I be jealous of them? No way. They can all have you,” she says. She leaves me standing in the middle of the parking lot and rushes over to her car, and I watch as she fumbles with her purse, bag, and drink tumbler as she digs for her keys.
My chest feels tight, and I realize I’m smiling as I watch her. Why am I smiling? I shake my head and walk to my truck. I only glance back at Norah twice.