"Right, then," Noah said, and looked at me with a curious stare. He raised an eyebrow. "About that." I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. "You like me," he finally said. "You like me, like me.” He was trying no to smile. "No, I hate you," I said, hoping that saying it would make it so. ”And yet, you draw me.” Noah was still smug, completely undeterred by my declaration.