And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Love and Leashes
A Dogwood Cove Novella
Contents
Prologue
1.Kelly
2.Jensen
3.Kelly
4.Jensen
5.Kelly
6.Jensen
7.Kelly
8.Jensen
9.Kelly
10.Jensen
Epilogue
Prologue
Jensen
I’m so bored.
Yeah, I know, every junior in high school thinks that in English Lit class. The only good part about it is that Tatyana Wilson sits to the side and in front of me, the perfect angle for me to look at her when she doesn’t know it. She’s so pretty. Prettiest girl in school. Too bad every other dude in here thinks that as well. I don’t have a chance, even if I am on the football team.
The bell finally rings and I toss my books into my bag. Biology is next, a class I hate even more than English Lit. The truth is, I like literature. I could even see myself teaching it someday. I’d sure as shit be more interesting than Mrs. Maltmore. Old Malty is the most boring teacher in the entire goddamn world. I swear, she could make watching paint dry seem interesting.
When I walk into the biology lab, the seat next to mine, which has been empty all semester, isn’t empty anymore. And the person there makes my heart stop. Like, legit, I think I have a heart attack looking at her.
Long blonde hair falls down her back. She’s sitting with her head tilted slightly to the side so I can see her face, and she’s hot. Like, natural, girl next door hot. Damn.
Taking my seat gingerly to try and hide my body’s annoying reaction to her, I give her a quick nod of my head in greeting.
“Hi, I’m Kelly. I’m new here. But that’s obvious, isn’t it? Shoot, I’m already being awkward. Sorry. Umm, can I start again? Hi, I’m Kelly.”
My head bounces up at her rambling, my mouth falling slightly open at her voice. It’s…it’s freaking musical. And that’s not how I’ve ever described anyone, ever, in my entire seventeen years of life. Weird.
“H-hey,” I stammer, gulping quickly. Shit, get it together, man. “I’m Jensen.”
Kelly smiles, and it blinds me. “Nice to meet you. I hate biology; sorry to tell you, but you’re stuck with a dud of a lab partner.”
Her open honesty makes me relax. “S’okay, I hate it, too. But Mr. Welch is a cool teacher.”
“That’s good. So, what’s fun to do around here?”
