Page 30 of Bookworm

My hands had been there too.

I was on my third Twizzler, and Bo had just stood after completing his pushups.That was when he broke with tradition.Bo began walking toward his house—nothing unusual there—but after a few steps, he halted.

I sat up straighter.

In the next moment, Bo turned his head and looked over his shoulder.

Right at my window.

With a gasp, I shrank back—but I knew he couldn't see me.

My light was off, and the gauzy lavender curtains with yellow sunflowers I loved so muchwere only open the slightest bit. Just enough so that I could gazeat him.I did that now, watchedas he kept staring, his face unreadable. Aftera moment (during which I may or may not have held my breath), Bo shook his head, turned, and went back inside.

I exhaled.

Maybe I wasn't the only one who kept relivingThe Kiss. Had Bo stayed up all night, mentally rehashing every detail over and over?

The romantic in me insisted it must be true.

You couldn’t just kiss someone and go back to normal.

Right?

Except…as I got to school that day, Bo treated me the same.

Or actually, that wasn't totally accurate.

Bo's behavior was strange.If I didn't know better, I'd even say he was actively ignoring me.

Bo being Bo—straightforward, no B.S., blunt usually to the point of rudeness—I'd expectedat least a conversation.I'd thought he would, I don't know, meet me at my locker again or approach me in the halls.

But that didn't happen.

He'd had a ton of chances too.

Bo was near my locker when I went to exchange my books.

Not a word was spoken.

He was leaning against the wall outside my third period.

But he must've been waiting for someone else since he completely ignored me.

I'd also seen him standing close to where I usually sat in the lunchroom.

Again, nothing.

We had psychology together for goodness sake, but when he and I got to the door at the same time, we both stopped. I looked up at him, giving him a smile, waiting for him to say something, anything, tojustlook at me. But he never did. In fact, he wasmaking a valiant effort to look anywhere else.

"Fancy meeting you here," I joked.

When it became clear he wasn't going to respond, I nodded.

"Message received," I muttered and walked past him.

So.

Bo didn't want to talk aboutThe Kiss.

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