Page 41 of Bookworm

I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously though, here's my take," she said with a shrug. "If you want to help, the first thing you need to do is figure out what he needs help with."

"Okay," I said.

"And that means you need to do some research—"

"Love doing research."

"—on Bo Stryker," she finished.

I lifted a brow.

"Which is also one of your favorite subjects." Scarlett winked. "Secretly."

The fact that my sister knew about my totally inconvenient, apparently not-so-secret fascination with Bo wasn't a surprise. Scarlett had always beenway too observant.It was one of her more annoying traits.

Still, I couldn't just admit it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"You try to resist, but you can't help your interest in him," she said while examining her nails. "And he's probably the same way with you. You're polar opposites. Of course, you'd be curious."

"Gah, you are such a know-it-all."

"Thank you," she said brightly, like it was a compliment.

"But I'll take your advice," I said.

Scarlett's smile widened.

"I'll do some recon on Bo today to see where I can be useful." I exhaled a long breath. "He's bound to need help in some areas."

"Like getting dressed and washing his back?" she said innocently.

"Like," I said unable to hold back a laugh, "I don't know yet. That's what the research is for."

My sister pouted which made me laugh again.

As we entered the school, though, my laughter died out.

Bo was walking down the hall, and I might not have even noticed him (okay, I would've totally noticed him; I always did for some reason), except he waswearing sunglasses indoors. He was alsothe only thing anyone was talking about.The rumor mill was in full swing.

"I heard he got jumped," someone said.

"Must've been a bunch of them," another voice replied.

"Yeah, Bo's a big guy."

"Could've been a car accident."

"Dude. Look at his face…"

"He used to be so pretty."

"Messed up his wrist too. Hope that doesn't jack up our soccer season."

"I heard a girl did it."

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