After running into Asher outside of the library, I decided that Aimee had been right. Boys were complicated and confusing, and it was much easier to focus solely on studying.
I avoided both Asher and Lamar, and when not in class, mostly stuck to studying in my room.
For a few days, things had been peaceful enough. No awkward run-ins, no accidental projections, no photographed kisses.
Then, one afternoon when I had settled in for a long study session at my desk, a knock sounded at my door. Nicole and Aimee had been coming by to help me, but they always texted first.
I wasn’t expecting anyone right now.
Pushing away from my desk, I crossed my room to the door and pulled it open.
Lamar stood on the other side, holding a bouquet of wildflowers.
“Hey, Cynthia,” he said, smiling.
The sig
