Chapter 67

• Romeo had been out of my mind for the past week, but he had somehow found his way back in. Maybe that had been his goal all along — to make me think about him. Maybe that was why he had helped me out in history class, and why he was staring at me so intently. He wanted to get my attention, to make me think about him.
• And it seemed like he had succeeded. He had creeped his way into my thoughts, whether I liked it or not.
• Damn, I didn't like it. I hated that I was thinking about him. It was a little unsettling to think that he had such an effect on me.