Page 57 of Always: A Legacy Novel

The girl wasn’t even paying attention, as her phone was in her hand and kept buzzing like crazy.

“We’ll get it figured out,” Catherine said.

“And a start of the school year party is happening at Dina Lavigne’s—you need to be there,” Liliana added.

“Who is—”

“Senior,” Trisha put in, never looking up from her phone. “Basically runs the upper Academy. She dated your brother for a while last year, actually. Should be fun.”

What?

“How do you know that?” Catherine asked.

Trisha shrugged. “I had friends here last year.”

“Michel didn’t have a girlfriend last year.”

Liliana laughed. “Yes, he did. A few, though I wouldn’t call any of them girlfriends. Girls he was fucking, maybe.”

“Yeah, that’s enough of that,” Catherine muttered, “don’t need or want to know.”

Trisha leaned in and fake-whispered, “He just didn’t bring them home, hello.”

Liliana snorted. “You don’t bring girls like that home to meet our families, anyway.”

Her cousin had a point.

A good one.

“Oh,” Trisha said.

“What?”

The girl nodded down the hall, and Catherine looked to see what was so important it needed to interrupt their chat. A pretty, tall blonde wearing the same uniform every other Academy girl wore strolled down the hall in heels and a smile. Flanked by two other girls, the three chatted until the two split away from the blonde and headed into a bathroom.

“That’s Dina,” Liliana said.

“Good to know,” Catherine replied.

The bell rang overhead, sending Liliana off with a wave over her shoulder and a promise to see Catherine later. She vaguely heard her cousin, as she was still watching Dina head around a corner at the other end of the hall—the same direction she had to go for English 10.

“Ready?” Trisha asked.

Catherine picked her messenger bag up from the floor. “Your next class is Biology, right?”

“Yep.”

“Same hall as my English 10?”

Trisha beamed. “Yep.”

They walked together, the topic changing to whether or not Catherine was going to take a Chemistry class during the second semester. Trisha didn’t seem to notice when Catherine stopped talking just as they turned the same corner where Dina had gone earlier.

Trisha kept chattering on.

Catherine was stuck staring at a familiar boy.

Although, to be fair, Cross Donati was not very boy-like anymore.