When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)

by Lindsey Iler

as she was. I’m not an idiot. Enough girls have thrown themselves at me to know when someone’s checking me out. She did a thorough once over that day. We haven’t said another word since. I glance her way, hoping not to get caught in the process. She’s too busy listening to Mr. Stevenson to notice me. Her pen taps on the table, and her leg bounces to the same rhythm. I can almost hear the song she has in her head. A few of the guys on the baseball team have said things about Kennedy as she walks by them in the hallway. It’s never loud enough for her to hear. If she had, I doubt she would’ve turned to acknowledge them. She doesn’t pay much attention when her nose is stuck inside a book. Mr. Stevenson calls on me one more time. Of course, I don’t know the answer. I need to pay better attention if he’s going to be such a colossal douche. As I struggle to come up with a response, Kennedy clears her throat and taps her pen on the piece of paper on her desk. Something is written in bold, black ink with a circle around it. She nods to the front of the classroom, encouraging me to answer. “Fiscal policy?” My lack of confidence is evident. My answer sounds more like a question and skepticism rolls off the teacher. I’m screwed. “Excellent, Mr. Black.” Mr. Stevenson nods. His eyes narrow for a moment before bombarding the class with more information. Kennedy listens intently as she scribbles notes. A few seconds pass before she senses my eyes on her. When she glances up, I mouth thank...