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A social klutz and certified bookworm, Autumn Lyne is content with having just books as companions--that is, until her extrovert of a sister drags her out to meet her band. But nobody has expected that this would mark the plot twis...
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It was funny to think that Clover had always wished to find love, and when a suitor finally came along, she got furious and stopped functioning like a normal human being.
"This is crazy! Why him of all people?" She moaned into her pillow and kicked her feet like a child not wanting to go to bed.
I was laughing so hard that I almost fell off the swivel chair I was spinning around in. "He's not a bad guy. And you have to admit—what he did was sweet. I mean, confessing with ice cream? Hello?"
She pulled the pillow away from her face. Her cheeks and ears were glowing pink it made her look like she was crying. "Well, okay, fine. It was sweet. It was embarrassing, but it was sweet. And also, he's cute with his hair swept back, and pink looks good on him—ugh." She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "I can't believe I just called him cute!"
I let her rant by herself, my stomach hurting from all the wheezing.
"No, no, no. He's a jerk. He always makes fun of me. He sent us both to detention twice for talking to me loudly in class. He's a super annoying guy, and I can't imagine myself going out with him without punching him in the throat. Hell, maybe that confession was just a sick prank you guys played on me. Will you stop laughing, Autumn?"
I couldn't breathe properly at that point. "But you're annoying him, too, Clover. You might not have noticed it, but you enjoy fighting him back and hanging out with him. It looks like you've met your match."
"I'm gonna kill him," she said, staring off into space.
"Oh, that's exactly what he feared." She turned to frown at me, and I added, "Yup. That's what he told me. We talked so much about you on the night of the party, and he told me about the things he liked about you. Your bossiness, your raspy voice that you hate, your love for ketchup, your strong opinions on—"
"Okay, okay, stop!" Clover said with her hands raised. "You don't have to list everything."
"The bottom line is: his confession wasn't a prank. So..." I shrugged matter-of-factly. "...you might want to give it another thought? You did say he was cute."
She got quiet, but her frown didn't leave. In a brief moment, wistfulness filled her eyes as though she was imagining all the what-ifs with Clint.
"I can't believe this. I'm going to sleep." She collapsed on her bed and threw the blanket over her head.
This might sound weird to say, but I anticipated what was coming next. This was a real-life love story unfolding before me, and every second of it felt like a cliffhanger. Unfortunately, my high hopes for a good outcome were dashed when Clover's next move was to ignore him. The next day, in the cafeteria, Clint tried to approach her but she chucked an empty milk carton at him to back off. Poor guy.
As much as I was rooting for him, I couldn't interfere too much with their choices—Clover's, specifically. Rose, however, became their mediator. Sometimes, the three of them would talk in the HQ as if they were in couples therapy. I had to thank her for it.
