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So maybe thisday isn’t going to be as shitty as I thought. Sure, I still have to do that job for my dad, and school isn’t my favorite place ever, but basketball is starting up today, which I’m on the team. Planning offers me a couple of hours of peace from the chaos that is my life.
That’s not the only thing that’s gotten my mood elevating. It’s the new girl. I’m going to call it total luck that I met her in the main office on the start of her first day. Although, according to her, she’d probably call it bad luck.
She’s amusing, she really is, and freakin’ gorgeous. That was the first thing I noticed when I walked into the main office to get a pass to miss last period so I can have time to meet Diane at the diner and still make it back to practice.
That long, wavy hair that reminded me of the color of raven feathers, those long legs and that ass … It was a really nice view. But nothing compared to when she turned and looked at me. Those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes that carry so much pain in them. I could see it. This girl had been hurt by something or someone. And in those eyes, I saw a bit of familiarity, probably because the hurt looks so similar to what’s in my own eyes and my friends’.
And, being me, I flirted with her. It’s what I’m known for. But usually, it’s just an act.
This … This felt real.
Iwantedto flirt with her.
What made it even more amusing is that she seemed completely unimpressed by my charm. That was definitely a first.
By the time I exited the office, I’m sure I had a dumbass grin on my face.
“Dude, what’re you smiling about?” my younger sister, Harlow, asks as I near my locker where she’s waiting for me.
She looks similar to me—blonde hair, blue eyes. When we were younger, she used to wear dresses all the time and curl her hair. Around the end of middle school, though, she decided to reinvent herself for who the hell knows why. Now she wears a lot of torn jeans, black T-shirts, sneakers, and has a shit ton of piercings.
“There’s this new girl—”
“Isn’t there always?” she cuts me off with a roll of her eyes.
I give her ahardy harlook. “Very funny.”
She grins, leaning against the locker. “Fine. Tell me about this new girl.”
“Well, she’s new, like new to Honeyton,” I explain as I spin the combination to my locker.
She crinkles her nose. “Oh God, please don’t tell me that’s her.” She points down the hallway.
I turn and spot a blonde girl I’ve never seen before walking down the hallway. She’s shimmying her hips and smiling like she’s some sort of beauty queen on display.
“No, that’s definitely not her.” I open my locker.
“So, there’sanothernew girl starting today?” Harlow remarks. “That’s kind of weird.”
She’s right. Honeyton isn’t very big, so we don’t get a lot of new students.
“Maybe they’re sisters.”
“Doubtful.” I grab my English book and close my locker.
Harlow arches her brow at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Because the girl I met earlier looks nothing like her.” I nod my head at Beauty Queen.
“Siblings can be totally different,” she reminds me. “Or they could be half-sisters. Or step-sisters.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I say as we start down the hallway. As the bell rings, I turn toward my classroom. “Did you need something? Or did you just do a locker stop to give me shit?”
“As much as I love giving you shit about stuff, I actually need a favor,” she tells me, digging her phone out of her pocket. “I want to leave campus for lunch, but Dad made me use the driver to get to school today, so I’m wondering if I can borrow your car. I know you have to go meet your coach at lunch to sign some forms.”
“How did you know that?”
She shrugs with a mischievously glint in her eyes. “Because I’m a mind reader.” When I lift my brow in challenge, she dramatically sighs. “Fine. I overheard you talking about it yesterday. Way to take away my awesome façade at being a mind reader.”
