Page 27 of Bookworm

Should I or shouldn't I?

Leif hadn't remembered my name which stung.

But honestly, why would he?

Sure, we'd had a couple classes together over the years, but we'd never really spent any time together. Maybe hewasreally bad with faces. Or maybe I just hadn't done anything in high school to be memorable.

Blah.

Maybe it was time to change that now.

Even if Bo Stryker was standing there, hovering in the shadows like a dark storm cloud.

In the end, I decided to just go for it.If Elena, Portia, and a million other girls around the world could do this, so could I.

"Hey," I said after a moment.

Leif was taking another selfie with his book, but at that he looked up.

I couldn't bring myself to say it to his face, so I picked a point over his shoulder and plunged ahead.

"So, I think you're cute," I said in a rush. "And I was wondering if you'd want to go on a date? With me?This weekend?"

After a moment, I shifted my gaze to him—and Leif's mouth was gaping.

"Did you seriously just ask me out?" he said, shaking his head. "At the library?And after I didn't remember your name?"

I blinked as he grinned and raised his phone.

"Okay"—Leif laughed—"that was random andhilarious. I've gotta get this on video.Let's go from when I asked you which school you went to upuntil the date thing. Say it again just like that.Okay, Charlotte?"

My heart dropped. "You want to record this?" I whispered.

"Yeah, my followers will love it," he said.

Oh fudge.

He wanted to share this?

With his followers?

To forever memorialize my humiliation online?

This couldn't be happening.

"They eat this stuff up," he continued, fiddling with his phone. "Nerdy girl asks the clueless jock for a date. Priceless. I'm almost ready to record."

Honestly, I was a happy-go-lucky person.

I could see the bright side of just about any situation.

But this was too much.

I was about to tell Leif he could stick his phone and his followers where the sun don't shine…when suddenly an arm fell over my shoulder.

Looking up, I saw Bo staring down at me.

His eyes were dark, intense.

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