I sighed and nodded, looking away from those stupidly blue eyes as I lifted the bar off its rests. I lowered it and pushed up as Mitch counted.

"One. You don't like me. How come? Everybody likes me. Two."

I spoke through my effort. "I don't know you enough to like you or not."

Mitch laughed. "Bullshit. Three. Is it 'cause I'm taller than you? Four."

I scowled at her. "No."

Her little smirk made me hate myself, and I felt that I'd given something away. "Five. Okay. Oh, I know, it's 'cause I've got better hair. Six."

"You do not! You don't have any... ungh... hair to speak of...