"Are you... seriously still staring at me?"
Andrew felt his nerves getting tighter by the second. He was pretty sure she wasn’t even looking at his face. Was she...
He glanced down at his chest.
Okay, he had to admit, he did look good. Girls liked that, even if they pretended not to. You could always tell by the way they looked at you.
Yesterday, she’d barely given him the time of day. Had it only taken one day for her to drop the whole cold act?
Finally, Charlotte’s eyes drifted up from the name tag on his chest. She flashed a tiny, mysterious smile, then just turned and walked to her seat without saying a word.
That smile hit Andrew out of nowhere. For a second, it felt like someone had tapped his heart with a hammer, sending a strange tingle through him.
What was that smile supposed to mean?
Parrish strolled over, caught a look at Andrew’s face, and his eyes went wide. “Dude, are you blushing?”
Andrew snapped out of it, his hand flying to his warm cheeks. He felt like some awkward kid who just got called out for having a crush. “Shut up. It’s just hot in here.”
“Sure,” Parrish drawled, grinning as he watched Charlotte. “You know, the new girl’s not just cute, she’s got something about her. If you’re really not interested, then maybe I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Take a hike.” Andrew shot him a cold glare. He didn’t say another word, but there was no mistaking the warning in his eyes.
Parrish just laughed, totally seeing through Andrew, but smart enough not to say anything else.
“Anyway, I heard Charlotte’s a problem student,” Parrish said, lowering his voice.
“A problem student?” Andrew gave him a look. “Just spit it out.”

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