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Right. IMO, you have to be crazy hot to pull off either piercings or tattoos. Otherwise you’re just enhancing the ugly.
Hunter stared at the phone, wondering if she was hitting on him—or insulting him. Before he could figure it out, another message appeared.
What does the tattoo on your arm say?
He slid his fingers across the keys.
It says “ask me about this tattoo.”
Liar.
Mission accomplished, I’d say.
He heard a small sound from her direction and peeked over. She was still staring at her phone, but she had a smile on her face, like she was trying to stifle a giggle.
Mission accomplished, he’d say.
CHAPTER 5
A million and one worries should have been clouding Hunter’s brain.
Instead, he spent all of fourth period texting with Kate.
And most of fifth period, too.
After World History, he’d been ready to finish their conversation live—but she slipped out the door without even looking at him. He’d stood in the hallway and watched her cut through the crowds of students, somewhat dumbfounded. Had he misread all those text messages? Maybe she hadn’t been flirting at all. Had she just been killing time?
Then his phone had buzzed in his hand.
Again with the staring?
He’d never met a girl who could send his heart tripping with a few words on a screen.
Now he was headed for the cafeteria with a shadow of a smile on his lips—and a shadow of doubt coiled in his chest. He’d sent her a text:
Want to stare at each other over a table at lunch?
But she hadn’t responded.
Maybe it was better if she didn’t want to sit with him. He could confront Becca or the Merricks and get them to carry some of the weight of Calla’s threats.
He checked his phone while he waited to grab a tray for the line.
Blank.
Hunter sighed and slid it into his pocket, taking an apple, a plate of grilled chicken and greens, and a bowl of vegetable soup. He didn’t have to wait for any of it—there was never a line for this stuff. But over by the tater tots, you’d think they were giving food away.
When he turned away from the register, Calla was suddenly there, in front of him. She had a soda in one hand and a wicked look in her eye.
He scowled and moved to step past her.
But she ran her shoulder into his and shrieked, stumbling back and dropping her soda. “Don’t threaten me, Hunter!”
One of the assistant football coaches was on cafeteria duty and headed their way. “What’s going on?”
Hunter gritted his teeth and backed away from her. “Nothing.”
“He shoved me!”
