Chapter 8 - Accidentally Falling... or Whatever
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It all started with a pencil.
Yes, a pencil. Not a love song. Not a dramatic hallway kiss. Just a chewed-up, barely-functioning pencil that launched the weirdest, most awkward moment of my life.
I was leaning over to grab it from the floor in English class when I accidentally headbutted someone.
Correction: I headbutted him.
“Mmph!” he grunted as our foreheads collided.
I jerked back so fast I nearly flipped out of my chair. “OH MY GOD—I’m so sorry!”
He rubbed his forehead, laughing. “Wow. I usually have to pay for forehead-to-forehead intimacy like that.”
I blinked. “Wait. What?”
He grinned. That same grin that made my stomach do cartwheels.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
Him?
This guy?
He winked. “Hi, Sky.”
“Do I know you?” I asked way too quickly, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.
“Let’s just say… I’ve been ruining your math class for the past week.”
OH.
MY.
GOSH.
I stared at him, mouth hanging open like I was catching flies. This couldn’t be happening. My mystery texter? The flirty, bold, slightly chaotic human I’d been texting every day… was now standing in front of me. In real life.
“You’re—wait—how—what—” I stammered.
He leaned closer and whispered, “You said to impress you. Consider this my dramatic reveal.”
I blinked. “You used a headbutt as your dramatic reveal?”
He smirked. “Not my fault you’re clumsy.”
I groaned, dropping my face into my hands. “This is not happening.”
“You know,” he said, voice teasing, “if you wanted to fall for me, you could’ve just said so. No need for a concussion.”
I peeked at him through my fingers. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“So I am cute, huh?”
I gave him a look. “Shut up.”
He winked again. “See you after class, Sky.”
And just like that, he walked back to his desk—leaving me stunned, flustered, and possibly in love with the boy I’d accidentally headbutted
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