"So who was that guy in the picture?" He asked casually. I gave him a look and he quickly added, "You don't have to answer that."
"Some guy I've had a crush on since forever," Ugh, I wished he hadn't seen that dumb picture, "And to answer your question earlier, I don't have a boyfriend."
"I have insane expectations." Was the first thing that came to mind.
"So what does a guy have to do to meet these insane expectations?" Enrique moved a little closer to me.
"Well," I leaned back on my hands, "They have to be smart and funny and kind. But most of all, they have to treat me right." I could feel the alcohol distorting my behavior even though I hadn't had that much.
"That doesn't sound that bad."
"You'd be really surprised how many guys at my school don't pass."
"What about me?" Was it just me or was his face really close to mine? "Do I pass?"
And that's the last thing I remembered.