There it was. The hard part. Puberty had not only given her feelings—it had given her complicated feelings. Feelings that didn’t make logical sense.
“Hey,” she replied.
“Oh,” Lena said, feeling stupid.
Lena snuck a look at Finn. He was nodding slightly. He got it. After school, Lena waited by the bike rack. Her heart was still doing that drum solo. What if she said something dumb? What if he tried to hold her hand and her palms were sweaty (puberty had made them sweaty all the time )?
But then, at a party at a friend’s house, she saw Finn talking to Sophie, a girl from the parallel class. Sophie touched his arm. He laughed. And a terrible, ugly feeling bloomed in Lena’s chest: jealousy. It was hot and sour, like swallowing vinegar.