Page 31 of Shy Girls Can't Fake Date

Lewis throws a questioning stare my way, and then continues along the hallway with Parker.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Lewis Allen looked at me.

What does that mean?

Was he jealous?

Oh my gosh, what if he’s jealous? Does that mean he wishes he was holding me instead?

I internally squeal and rush to history class.

Thoughts of Lewis bubble inside me, all the way up to art class. As per usual, I need to be careful that my sketches don’t resemble him too closely.

After the bell rings, I leave my sketchbook and supplies in one of the art room cubbies, and leave for lunch. In the hallway, I find Parker leaning against a wall, holding the bakery box. When he spots me, he pushes off the wall.

“Hey. How was class?”

“Uh, fine,” I say warily. “Were you waiting for me?”

He grins, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve got Spanish across the hall and saw you go in earlier.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Did you forget?” he asks teasingly. “We said we’d walk into the cafeteria.”

My stomach flips. “Oh, right.”

He winces. “You look ready to hurl.”

I swallow hard. “No, I’m okay. Just nervous.”

He holds out his winged arm. “Just stick with me.”

With little choice, I link arms and let him lead me to the cafeteria. On the walk, the passing student body makes me anxious, and I slip my arm away from Parker’s.

He stops, getting a read on me. “Are we good, Green?”

I rub my lips together, taking a beat. “This is big.”

He holds out his hand. “We gotta do this right.”

I shiver before latching onto his hand. He gives me an encouraging smile, and walks me into the bustling cafeteria.

“We got this,” he whispers from the corner of his mouth. “Just play it cool.”

Cool? Is this his first day meeting me?

He squeezes my hand for extra assurance, and we approach his lunch table.

“Whoa, Parker, what’s going on here?” Tyler asks, leaning over the lunch table as he gawks at us.

Like ricochets, every other head at the table turns in our direction.

Kai’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “You and Kylie? Since when?”

Parker lifts our clasped hands. “Since now, I guess.”

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