Hayden didn’t seem to care; he was chatting with other girls all night, and although I was disappointed, I didn’t give it too much attention. I’ve thought back to that week so many times over the years, but I’ve always told myself I wasn’t Hayden’s type. “I thought you were going to ask me out, too.” I look down at the white tablecloth, remembering. “I hoped you would. I guess I could have asked you out, but you were so out of my league that it seemed like a great opportunity for rejection.” My mouth twists. “And it would have made things awkward, with us being in the same class all semester.”
