"Cheryl trust me she like you!" Betty says from behind me. "Than why hasn't she said anything?" I turn around. "Because she's to popular to deal with her feelings, you both are." I finish my make up. "She like you, you like her! Talk to her, tell Heather how you feel. The worst she could do is kill you." I get up go through all my shirts and pick one. "I'll call you when I'm done." "How was your summer?" I ask quietly rubbing my neck awkwardly.