“So,” Flynn said after a moment. “KATman, huh?” “Don’t.” “Don’t what? I’m just making conversation about this amazing social event that’s apparently coming up soon. Just how soon is soon?” “We’re here to study.” I pulled out my book. “Unless you’d rather talk about dances than pass this class?” “I’m definitely going to pass this class.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “But I’d rather talk about why you’re blushing.” “I’m not—” My phone buzzed. A text from Parker. Parker: ASK HIM.
