Unconsciously Saying His Name

"I don't think he likes me. But he might? Does he?" I asked after recounting the entire story to Hana. It had been two hours since school let out, and we were over at my house.

  Hana twirled her spoon along the roof of   as she stretched along the sofa. "So what you're telling me, is that this new Luhan guy that you just met today through Sehun, is up as competition against Sehun?"    I cringed. "Ehh, I'm not sure...?" Hana groaned at my indecisiveness. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed with my hands up in defeat. "I really don't know what to do!"   Hana made herself more comfortable on the long sofa, shifting her weight onto one arm as the other shoveled strawberry ice cream into . "Seems like you should dump Sehun," she advised with full of ice cream.   I sighed in exasperation. "I don't know, dude. I feel like we still have that spark between us, but at the same time...," I closed my eyes. "He seems to have the same spark with the other girls as well."   Hana scraped against the carton of ice cream. "See? All signs point to one answer." She headed into the kitchen. "Dump Sehun."    While she was gone, I pulled some notebooks out of my backpack and scattered them on the coffee table, preparing to do homework.    "Hey, fatty." Kris plopped himself in Hana's seat on the sofa and flipped on the TV.    I ignored him and placed my history textbook on my lap. When Hana came back with her second tub o