Liliana continued on her rant about her mom's latest control tactics, but I wasn't listening anymore. Across the room, a boy with messy blond hair was casually leaning against the wall of the cafeteria, gripping the straps of his backpack and talking to the high school chemistry teacher. He caught me staring at him and a corner of his mouth quirked up. I turned away, cheeks flaming.
“Who’s that?” Sara asked.
“I have no idea,” I said. “He looks like he loves himself too much.”
“He kind of does, doesn’t he?” Sara clicked shut the lid of her lunchbox. “Don’t look, but he’s totally checking you out right now.”
And of course I looked. He was still there, staring with that smile. Great. Yet another guy I’d probably have to reject.
“Not that he’d have a chance with the untouchable Olivia Clark,” Liam Goshen said from a few seats down.
I pretended I didn’t hear him and turned to Liliana to change the subject. “Do you think I’ve mastered my audition piece enough to get better than fourth chair this year?” Talking about my flutist abilities was better than listening to Liam go off on me for rejecting him last spring. Him and about five other guys. It wasn’t like he wasn’t hot. He totally was. But I didn’t date.
“Olivia, all you’ve done all summer is play your flute. I’m pretty sure you’re first chair material now,” Liliana assured me.
“You think so?”
I smiled, and as I did, my eyes slid of their own accord to where the blond boy was still standing. He met my eye again and turned and slipped from the room.