Free The Bookworm Next Door: The Expanded and Revised Edition by Alicia J. Chumney

of the out-of-class reading of The Scarlet Letter and The Crucible had been done in that parking lot.  She went to great lengths to avoid Brady Johnson. 
                  When she saw Savannah and Brady entering the building – for a moment she hoped it would be one of those sessions that Brady wouldn’t be able to attend – Hannah resisted the urge to deflate.  Looking around them in hopes of spotting somebody behind them, she deflated a little when she saw nobody else with them. 
                  Maybe it was one of Brady’s teammates that Savannah wanted to set her up with and they would end up having to double date – talk about torture.  Having to stare across the table at the unknown baseball player and Brady.  Making small talk.  Acting like she felt nothing for her new friend’s boyfriend. 
                  “Hey, Hannah,” Savannah smiled.  “Have you met Brady Johnson?”
                  “Maybe a time or two.  My cousin plays on the baseball team with you.”
                  Nodding his head, Brady stared at Savannah.  Was this the girl that his new ex-girlfriend wanted to set him up with?  She would always take off running (he was exaggerating a bit) in the opposite direction whenever he approached her general direction at school. 
    “Brady, this is Hannah Stanfield.”  Turning to Hannah, “Hannah, this is the person I wanted you to meet.”
                  Hannah could feel all of the blood draining out of her face.  “Why?”
                  Brady blinked at the rude comment.  This was the sweet, polite, and smart girl that Savannah wanted him to date?  The nice girl he’d discussed the differences between homemade and store bought cookies with only the week before?
                  Shaking her head, Hannah closed her eyes before saying, “I’m sorry.  That’s rude.  But, Savannah, this is your boyfriend.”
                  “Ex-boyfriend,” Savannah smiled.  “Brady and I don’t really suit each other.  We’ve given it the old college try, as they say, and we are better off as friends than anything else.  I have a feeling that you would make a better girlfriend to him than I was.” 
    From the doorway leading to the Teen Bible Study class somebody called, “Are you coming?”
    “Of course,” Savannah smiled.  “We’ll be right there.”  Turning back to her semi-captive audience, “We’ll talk after Bible Study. 

                  Savannah watched Hannah and Brady from her spot across the table from them at the ice cream parlor.  First, she had insisted on going and getting a cupcake from next door to eat with her ice cream.  Dinner of champions she had joked. 
                  “Okay, look,” she acknowledged without prefacing anything she was about to say, “I’ve seen the way that you look at him without trying to look at him.  It’s ingrained in you and no I’m not saying that you were thinking about going after my boyfriend.”             
                  “Ex-boyfriend,” Brady interjected.
                  Savannah glared.  “Anyway,” she drawled out, “We were not working out.  Brady and I are too much alike and all we’ve been doing for the last month is holding hands and doing the expected things like going to the movies on Friday nights.  It is not working and, no offense, I’m bored out of my mind.  But I’ve seen him looking at you too.  He doesn’t know he’s doing it, but I’ve seen it.” 
                  “Hey!”
                  “It’s fine.  You did nothing about it.  Geez,” Savannah rolled her eyes.  “Not that it really matters since I broke up with you.” 
                  “True.  Continue.”
                  Hannah started giggling.  “You two sound like my cousin and me when we are