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The last bell rang and I couldn’t wait to get to my locker and out of this building. My friend Tara fell in step beside me.
“You look pissed.” She bumped into me playfully.
“Stupid rich boy trying to be funny.”
“Um.” She cringed. “Thatrich boy?”
I looked up to see Henry Walsh standing against my locker, with a smirk on his face.
“God hates me.” My eyes rolled back as I walked closer. “Move.”
“Aww, where’s your manners, Holly Hobbie?” He mocked and leaned closer to me. “How about a please?”
I wanted to punch him in his smug face, but I didn’t want to get suspended. Counting to ten in my head, I tapped my toes on the floor impatiently.
He tapped his ear. “I’m not hearing anything.”
“Get bent.” I shoved him away from my locker, not expecting him to grab my arms.
“Damn, girl.” He pulled me close. “I just wanted to apologize.”
I struggled against him, and he spun us around pressing me against the lockers.
“You’re off to a rip-snortin’ start.” I braced my hands against his chest. “Get off me.”
His hot breath warmed my ear. “I’m really trying to apologize.”
Hoots and hollers from his friends and other students added fuel to my already burning fire. The tighter he held me, the more I struggled.
“I didn’t know about your mom.” He held me tight, keeping his words low.
“Get. Off. Me.” I growled.
“You smell like spicy cotton candy.” I felt him nuzzle my neck. “I’ve never smelled anything like it before.”
That comment caught me off guard, and I stopped fighting. “What?”
“You smell sweet.” His nose brushed against my skin. “And spicy.”
“Uh. Thanks?” Confusion flooded through me and I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.
His dark eyes flashed with guilt. “I’m Henry.”
“Yeah. I know who you are.” I rolled my eyes. “What I don’t know is why you know who Holly Hobbie is.”
He shook his head as he lifted a shoulder to shrug. “Look, Iamsorry. My joke was in poor taste.”
“Can I get into my locker now? I have a bus to catch.” I didn’t like the way I was feeling. He seemed genuinely sorry.
“Miranda! Let’s go!” Tara yelled out, running back over. “We can’t miss the bus.”
Henry ran a hand through his dark hair and stepped back, letting me open my locker. I grabbed the book I needed, closed it, and walked away, turning back to look at him as he disappeared.
Just as well. I don’t have time for stupid boys.
Tara and I walked to our bus, stepped inside the cramped space, and took our seats four rows back.
“He’s kinda cute.” Tara smiled at me. “Tall. Dark wavy hair. Pretty cinnamon eyes.”
