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Talking to people isn’t my forte. You’d think being in their head would give me some kind of advantage, but if anything it just makes things worse.
“You’ll be fine.” She offers me a smile.
She’s gorgeous. Half the school will be in love with her by lunch. Now… where did I put—
Not wanting to hear her inner dialog any longer, I head out the door. I keep my eyes on my schedule, not wanting to make eye contact with anybody.
I head down the hallway, trying to look like I know where I’m going. The last thing I want is for somebody to offer to help me.
What was I thinking? I should have insisted that Dad homeschool me. I can’t handle being around this many people—especially this many teenagers.
…as if the beautiful clique will notice. They never allow anybody into their inner circle.
The nefarious three are so hot. Why don’t they date anybody? They don’t even seem interested in the girls in their friend group.
I should’ve gone to bed earlier. School starting this early is torture.
I wonder for a moment about ‘the nefarious three.’ That’s the second time I’ve heard somebody mention that.
Still, curiosity isn’t enough for me to stop and ask. I just keep my head down. I even ignore somebody who says, “Hey.” Maybe it’s rude, but I can’t talk right now. I’m already regretting my decision to eat breakfast as it is.
When I find my classroom, I slip inside. I feel something warm on my nose. Reaching into my backpack, I pull out a tissue.
I should’ve known my nose would get bloody. There are way too many thoughts in the hallway. How am I going to survive high school? I’m not even sure I can handle being in a classroom with this many kids.
I count the desks in the room.
Thirty.
Plus the teacher.
I’m going to be sick.
Students come into the room and I stand at the back, waiting for the teacher. I keep my head down, hoping that the others take the hint that I don’t want to talk.
She must be shy.
I wonder if Blaine will notice me today. Or Parker. I could go for the strong, silent type. Heck, even Will would do. He’s hot, even if he’s broody.
Is that a stain on my shirt? Uh, why didn’t I notice before I left?
The new girl looks upset. Maybe I should go over and say something.
Oh, gosh. No. Please.
But before anybody can come over, the bell rings. The teacher walks inside and sees me standing at the back.
She smiles warmly. “Henley Stone, right?”
I nod, daring to look up.
I hear my name echo through the head of everybody in the room. My ears ring and my head swims.
“You can sit in the back. By Will,” she says.
At least I know Will won’t talk to her. That kid doesn’t talk to anybody.
I look at the back of the room and right away I can tell who Will is. He’s the guy glaring at me.
