Chapter 32

I lean against Nate's locker with a stupid grin on my face as Nate tells me once again to not make a big deal out of his birthday. I promise him that I won't but we both know that that is a lie.

"If I did happen to make a big deal out of your birthday," I say as I crane my neck around to see his face, "what exactly would be considered too over the top?"

Nate shuts his locker and leans against it with his shoulder, facing me. "Singing. Definitely singing."

My mouth pops open. "You can't be serious."

"I'm being very serious."

"Why?" I ask grinning up at him. I didn't have anything planned per say but I did have something in mind. I already talked to his small group of friends about surprising him at my house for a surprise party and they were all for it. It would be kept small and comfortable. Like a normal night out with his friends plus me.

"Because." Nate swoops down and kisses my forehead. "You are a terrible singer, love."

My skin warms at his endearment. "I am not."

His fingers