Love Out of Order (Indigo Love Spectrum) Read Online Free

the mistake of looking up. Right into those gorgeous green eyes. And that perfect smile. He looked like one of those guys on a poster in the window of a clothing store. Of course his girlfriend looked like a model. What was wrong with me? I had to get it together so John wouldn’t think I was some weirdo stalker groupie girl. Evidence. Right. That’s what I was there for. That’s all I was there for. I had to get my mind right.
    “Hi,” I said, but no sound came out. C’mon! I cleared my throat and tried again. “Hi, John.” I concentrated on the moose logo on his sweater so that I wouldn’t have to look at his distracting, heart-stopping face.
    “I forgot my Evidence book. I thought I had it in my trunk, but realized I didn’t once I got here. I guess I left it in my locker. I hope you don’t mind sharing,” John said.
    I had to force myself to focus on his words and not on his . . . the rest of him. “Not at all.” I held out my Evidence book, willing my arm not to shake. He took it and his fingers brushed the tips of mine. Okay, so now I really had to pee.
    He moved his chair closer to mine. He smelled so good. Like one of those men’s colognes I sniffed wistfully a t the department store sometimes, wishing I had someone to smell. I jumped up, grabbing my laptop at the last moment before it fell off of my lap. How had I forgotten it was there?
    “You okay?” John asked, poised as if he’d been about to grab my laptop, too.
    I nodded. “I’ll be right back,” I said weakly, setting my laptop down in the chair I had occupied a moment before. I hurried toward the restrooms before John had a chance to respond.
    I felt a lot better when I came out of the stall. I washed my hands and dried them, happy that there were paper towels. Hand driers annoyed me. I had never come across one that actually dried my hands. I wet a second paper towel and held it to my forehead. I wished I had deodorant in my purse. I usually kept some in there for after the gym since I didn’t want it to sit in my gym bag in the car all day. It was my kind of luck that I had taken it out at some point between my last gym trip and heading over to meet John.
    “Are you okay, honey?” A woman’s voice jarred me back to the present.
    My eyes flew open to the sight of an older, brown- skinned woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. Her smile made me feel a little better.
    “Yeah. I’m just a little overheated. I need to take this jacket off,” I rambled, nodding.
    She nodded back. “Just makin’ sure. You look like you might need to lie down.”
    “ I’m fine. Thanks.” That was a big, fat lie. But standing in the bathroom talking to her was even more awkward than being out there talking to John. I thanked her again and hurried out of the restroom.
    “You okay?” John asked.
    I sat down next to him and placed my laptop on the small table in front of us. I didn’t trust it back on my lap at that moment, so soon after my close call. “Yeah,” I said, getting sick of that question. Then again, I reminded myself, I wouldn’t keep getting that question if I didn’t keep acting crazy. “So, what is it about the reading you didn’t get?”
    It had to be my imagination. When I looked up, John looked away, suddenly very interested in my Evidence book. Had he been staring at me?
    “Why don’t we just start by going over what hap pened in class? Because I think just about everything went over my head today,” John said with that disarming smile.
    My mouth went dry. How was I supposed to concen trate on anything with him looking at me like that? Sitting so close to me? How was I supposed to remember anything except his name?
    Somehow, I made it through the evening without making too much more of a fool of myself. And I actually had fun once I got over my nerves. John was great. Cute. Smart. Just perfect. With the perfect girlfriend to match or so the rumors went. He didn’t bring her up that evening and neither did I. I was