Page 60 of Bookworm

Nope.

No matter what Scarlett said, I needed to snap out of it.

I had nearly no romantic experience. I was prone to romanticizing things. Maybe I'd done that with regard to Bo as well.

Maybe the kiss hadn't been as good as I remembered.

I smiled because I was finally thinking about itlike a normal person. Lowercase, no bolded font. It was the first step to recovery.

As Scarlett and I walked through the doors of Chariot High, however, there was something strange. I couldn't put my finger on it. It was just a weird feeling, an almost imperceptible shift in the air.

"Why is everyone looking at you?" Scarlett muttered.

"They're not," I said.

"Uh, yeah, they are."

The farther we moved down the hall the more I realized she was right. I wasn't imagining things. People really were watching us, whispering behind their hands,glancing at their phones, smiling like they knew something we didn't.

"What is going on?" I said to myself.

I found out a moment later.

Scarlett pulled out her phone then nudged my side.

"Lotte, you might want to see this," she said.

"Wha—" My words cut off as I caught sight of her screen and the video playing on it.

Bo and I in the library. Bo's hand touching my cheek. Bo's lips moving, his voice clear as he said…

Why would she want you when she already has a boyfriend?

Bo leaning down, his mouth touching mine, and…

"You weren't kidding," Scarlett said, and I looked overto find her eyes glued to the screen. "That kiss would've addled my brain too."

I elbowed her, but my eyes were drawn back to the kiss.My arms were twined aroundBo'sneck, and he'd lifted me off the ground. Oh.

"Did your research say anything about getting a second-hand high from kissing?"

"Not funny, Scar," I said.

"Wasn't joking."

My gaze snagged on the amount of views, and I nearly choked.

"At least we know why everyone's staring at you," she said."Bet they've all watched it at least ten times."

My cheeks reddened. How did this even happen?

And why, oh why, couldn't I stop rewatching my first kiss?

The answer came easily.

I'd been wrong. I didn't romanticize. The kiss had been just as amazing as I remembered.

And now, everyone knew it.

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