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Glancing at me again, he clenches his muscular jaw and narrows his gaze. His expression is the opposite of friendly.
A cold sensation dances down my spine from unease. I spin to my locker, closing it.
“Who’s that guy at the back?” I ask without thought.
“What?” Annoyance warps Rajid’s features as he discreetly looks at them. “Oh. Brandon Decker,” he grumbles in a low tone. “A total brute.”
Yikes. “Okay then.”
The bell resounds.
He squares his shoulders and pastes back on a smile. “Welp, let’s head to your first class.”
Walking into the room, Rajid waves to a curvy girl with shoulder-length auburn hair just as she takes the seat by the window.
“Morning, Sam,” he greets, stopping at her desk.
Sam’s sweet gray eyes and round face brightens in response. “Hey, Raj. We’re finally seniors.” Her giggles are indicative of someone with a crush.
“Finally,” Rajid echoes. He motions to me and introduces, “This is Kayla McNeil. She’s—”
“The scholarship girl,” Sam innocently finishes.
I squeeze my bag strap, turning awkward.
Is that what everyone calls me?
“I was going to say, transfer student, Sam,” Rajid scoffs. “Anyway.” He slants to me. “Kayla, this is my best friend, Samantha Davis.”
“Call me Sam,” she insists, stretching her hand to me.
I shake it and offer a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Others are spilling into the room, and the desks are going fast.
Rajid gestures to the empty seat next to Sam.
“Oh, you sit there,” I tell him and move to the one behind her. I bet she wants Rajid near. The way she’s lighting up like a holiday sparkler makes it clear she has a thing for him.
I settle down and wait for the class to begin.
My focus drifts to the door just as the guy with the brooding gaze enters—hands in his pockets, an uninterested curtain over his alluring face.
Geez. I wonder if he ever smiles.
One of his friends from the hallway enters with a lovely vixen. They find seats on the other side of the room, but the serious guy continues this way.
I notice girls are shy to look at him. They whisper with each other and quietly snicker.
Yeah, I don’t blame them.
The boy sure is eye-candy.
Even Sam appears jittery as he walks past her.
He glances at me for a fleeting second before lowering in the empty seat that’s right behind Rajid, and directly across from me.
I catch a whiff of his woodsy cologne, enough to determine that it’s not cheap. The scent is impeccable, like a fragrant straight from the splendid hills of Grasse, which I hear is indescribable.
