Layla's POV
"Earth to Layla."
A book snapped shut right in front of my face.
I blinked.
Charlotte was grinning at me like she'd just caught me committing a crime.
"What's with that look?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. "Are you daydreaming about Ryan?"
"What?" I scoffed a little too fast. "No."
She folded her arms.
I sighed.
"...Okay, maybe."
Her grin exploded.
"I knew it!"
Several heads turned.
"Charlotte!" I hissed, frantically glancing around the library. "Indoor voice."
I paused for a while.
"You know I saw him at the apartment but couldn't say anything."
She lowered her volume by exactly two percent.
"So you do like him."
what? That's not what I was talking about.
"I do not."
"You literally admitted you were thinking about him."
"Thinking about someone and li
