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"So what?" she said. "You're just going to talk to these guys and see what happens?"

"I will also be attempting to flirt," I said. "Though it'll probably end in disaster."

"Hmmm, not necessarily."

"There's a good 93.5 percent chance."

"Ah, I give you at least 70-30 odds."

She was being kind, but it was appreciated.Getting out, I met Scarlett at the front of the hood.

"Kind of a short list," she said.

I shrugged. "Quality over quantity, right?"

"Those are some good names."

"Thanks," I said back."Glad to have your approval."

"Hope you don't mind," she said, "but I added one."

My eyes trailed to the bottom of the list…and I shook my head.

"You forgot a very important suitor," Scarlett said, smiling as she left me standing beside the car.

"Scar, why would you do that?" I said.

"Don't pretend.Neighbor or not, even if you wanted to, you never would've addedhis name. So, I did it for you."

"How thoughtful," I said.

Scarlett turned back for a moment and met my eyes. "Seriously, good luck, sis."

"Thanks, I'll need it."

Especially if Bo Stryker was suddenly on my list.

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As the school day progressed, I realized a few things.

First, Bo really was the subject of some bet.

Either that or he'd suddenly become Chariot High's Most Eligible Bachelor overnight. I'd noticedpeoplehitting on him all day. The funny thing was he didn't look pleased about it. Go figure.

Second, as predicted, my flirting skills were non-existent.

And third, there was a problem with my list.

Well,problems, as in more than one. A plurality offlawsthat I hadn't seen coming. But this was what happened when bookworms tried to bring about their own HEA.

Total chaos.

Number one on my list was my first crush from back in elementary school, Trevor Delonega.

I remembered him as being the smartest kid in our first grade class. He'd always been soft-spoken andwilling to share his crayons. He was also pretty cute in a nerdy way—which seemed perfect for me.

Seemedbeing the important word there.

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