Scarlett

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I finally looked up at him. Viktor adjusted his huge glasses, his eyes darting everywhere except meeting mine. He really was a dork — the classic awkward nerd in an oversized hoodie, shifting from foot to foot like he might bolt any second.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stepping around him and heading straight for my door.

I hated that he lived so close. Hated the reminder every time I saw him.

Back inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and decided it was time to sleep this whole weird day off. I had just pulled the covers back when a soft knock...