I stared, stunned, as she walked away. Her friend followed, half laughing and half sneaking peeks at me on her way to the exit. What the hell just happened? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been rejected. Surprisingly, I wasn’t upset about it; I was…intrigued. Jesus. The guy who could get any girl he wanted was fascinated by the one girl who wasn’t impressed. I was a walking cliché.
