16

“Sometimes, when it all gets too much, I make a list.” The words were out before I could stop them.

“A list?” Jason snorted.

“Yeah, it helps me process things.”

“And these lists,” his voice was drenched in sarcasm, “What do you put on them?”

“Anything really. Sometimes I use them to help me organize my life: to do lists, grocery store lists, homework lists—”

“You have a list for homework.” His brow went up and then he smirked. “Of course you do. What else?”

“Celebrities I’d like to date, books I want to read, that kind of thing.”

“And your senior year bucket list?”

“How did you...? Asher,” I groaned. “Asher told you.” I felt my cheeks burn.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t tell me what’s on the list.”

Because he didn’t know. He and Cameron had overheard me talking to Hailee about it once. But I refused to share the details, because, holy crap, that would be embarrassing.

About as embarrassing as Jason asking me about it.

“Good. That’s good.”

“Why do you look so worried, Giles?” He leaned close