Lessons in Love (Flirt) by A. Destiny, Catherine Hapka Read Free Book Online Page A

too. I’ll take you there.”
    “Thanks.” Logan smiled at her, then glanced at me. “Okay, bye, Bailey.”
    He reached out and squeezed my shoulder gently. I froze, not sure what he was doing. Maybe he noticed my terrified look, because he instantly yanked his hand back as if it had been burned. Then he ducked his head, his gaze skittering away from mine.
    “Yeah, so, see you,” he mumbled, turning to follow Gwen, who was already heading down the hall.
    “Bye,” I said, even though he was probably already too far away to hear me in the crowded hall.
    I watched as the shifting sea of humanity swallowed him up. My mind was spinning with crazy thoughts. I was a scientist—I couldn’t ignore the evidence anymore. Something unusual was going on here. Yes, I was a bumbling idiot around most guys. But not like this . Could I actually be falling for Logan? All the data seemed to support that theory. I’d seen it happen to my friends and others. But what did it mean, exactly? I was glad Simone was in my next class, because I really needed to talk to her. I was in way over my head here.
    When I stepped into the girls’ locker room, the place was already in a full uproar of clanging lockers, talking, and laughter as the female half of the class changed into their gym clothes. I found Simone sitting on the bench in front of our lockers, pulling on her gym socks. Unfortunately, Zoe and a couple of her friends from the softball team were there too. So much for that heart-to-heart I’d hoped to fit in before class. For once I wished Simone wasn’t quite so friendly and lovable. It made it hard to get her alone.
    Zoe was the first to spot me coming. “Hey, Bailey,” she said. “What’s up?”
    “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a smile.
    Simone tossed her shoes into her locker, then glanced up at me. “Only one more class to go before I meet my doom,” she said with a sigh.
    For a second I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I remembered—the bio test. Right.
    “You’ll be fine,” I said, though my heart wasn’t in it. I had bigger things on my mind right then than Simone’s sloppy study habits.
    “That’s what I keep telling her.” Zoe shrugged. “Anyway, we’re sick of hearing about it, Amrou. Time to talk about something else.” She sniffed the air. “Like who forgot to take their gym stuff home to wash last week? It reeks in here!”
    I sat down on the bench and spun my combination lock as the other girls started playfully accusing one another of stinking up the place. After tossing my books into my locker, I got changed as quickly as I could. Then I just sat there, fiddling with the laces of my sneakers and hoping the others would leave so I could grab a moment with Simone.
    No such luck. Simone finished pulling her hair back into a ponytail, slammed her locker shut, and bounced off the bench. “Let’s go!” she said. “I hope we’re playing dodgeball or something. I need some distraction.”
    Zoe clapped me on the back. “Come on, B. You ready?”
    “Coming.” Swallowing a sigh, I got up and followed Zoe and the others as they followed Simone.
    When we emerged into the gym, most of the class was milling around near the locker-room doors. A few of the boys, including Matt and Darius, were kicking a ball around near the bleachers.
    “Hey, Ms. Wren’s not here yet,” Simone said, glancing around the gym. “Quick—quiz me about DNA, Bails, okay?”
    Zoe groaned. “Seriously? If you’re not ready for that stupid test now, you might as well give it up, Simone.”
    Simone ignored her, gazing at me with those puppy-dog eyes of hers. “Bails? Pretty please?”
    “Sure, okay,” I said, still not really thinking about biology. Maybe this was my chance to talk to her about Logan. “Let’s go over here where we can have some priv—”
    The harsh, high-pitched tweet of a whistle shut me up. The gym teacher strode out of her office and surveyed us as we all turned to look at her.
    Ms.