Caught off Guard
The sleepover at Trina’s is a perfect excuse to avoid Liam—and more importantly, that question he asked. But avoiding him doesn’t mean I’ve stopped thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes, I wonder why neither of us corrected the woman. Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t I? Could it mean… he likes me too? “Will you stop overworking that brain of yours?” Trina teases, her fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel as she drives us to school. I sigh, letting my head fall back against the seat. “I can’t, Tri. It’s all I can think about.” She chuckles. “So neither of you corrected the witch. Big deal. If anything, that proves he likes you too.” “Or,” I counter, “it just means he didn’t want to embarrass me. A polite way of letting me down easy.” Trina rolls her eyes. “You
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