"Come oooon!" He looked at me pleadingly. "No thanks Pete." He continued to give me puppy eyes.
"Nooo you will hate me!" Pete laughed. "Unless its my crush I will not hate you."
"Who's yours?"
"Hey, I asked you first!"
"Ok...he plays bass..."
"MIKEY WAY?"
"No! Uhh, he wears eyeliner."
"VICTOR?"
"NO! Do you want me to spell it out?" He nodded. I spelled out "pete" with my finger in the air. I blushed furiously.