Chapter 15

The second I walked into lena's house the next day, she pounced.

"Well?" She wiggled her brows. "How was your accidental date?"

"It wasn't a date." I dropped onto her bed, covering my face with a pillow.

Lena gasped. "Oh my God, it was a disaster, wasn't it?"

"Worse." I groaned. "It was… kind of fun."

Silence.

Then—a shriek.

"Amelia. You. Like. Him." She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me dramatically.

I sat up, scowling. "I do not. He's annoying. And smug. And—"

Lena raised an eyebrow. "And you like him."

I opened my mouth. Shut it.

Crisis.

"I panicked, okay? It was a reflex. A momentary lapse in judgment. A—"

"—a crush."

I threw the pillow at her face. "I'm leaving."

Lena laughed, tossing it back. "Nope. You're staying right here and telling me everything."

—

Thirty minutes later, Emma had all the details. The popcorn incident. The accidental hand touch. The fact that Oliver smiled at me in a way that made my brain stop working.

Lena hummed. "So, when's the next non-date?"

"There isn't one," I said quickly. "This was a one-time thing."

Lena smirked. "You're in denial."

I groaned. "It doesn't matter. He's just some guy who used to stalk me."

Lena snorted. "Romance at its finest."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going home."

"Fine, fine. But don't blame me when you start dreaming about him."

I absolutely did not dream about Oliver that night.

(…Okay, maybe a little.)