Entangled (Entangled Trilogy #1) Read Free Page A

blond hair.
    * He is a boy.
    * He goes to my school.
    * He seems very . . .
normal.
    * His last name is
Saunders.
    * I hate my life.
    In the meantime, he looked as if
he could go on and on and on about me like he knew me since
forever. Every five minutes, I would glance at his notebook only to
find a whole page already filled with information. At one point, he
had glanced at my notebook and laughed quietly to himself, then
frowned, then actually smiled a real smile. This had enraged me so
much that I had even considered slapping him across the face, but I
dismissed that idea. Again, he had smirked as if he could
telepathically read my mind.
    “ What are you writing?” I ask him,
quite curious by his actions.
    “ She does speak English. I was
right all along,” he smiles, looking down at his notebook and
writing that I could speak English. “She smells of sunshine, loves
to read books more than anything else on Earth, loves funny people,
hates chocolate—“
    “ How do you know all of this?” I
asked him, a little surprised, but I was able to mask my
horror.
    “ Has an older brother, thinks that
the library is the happiest place on Earth, has a blonde best
friend, gets good grades, lives in—,” he starts, but I cut him
off.
    “ How do you know all of this?” I
ask him again and this time, he shrugs.
    “ I just do,” he replies, pissing
me off even more.
    With that, the bell rang, letting
me get out of this diminutive abyss like place I was stuck in. I
basically ran out of the classroom, but once I got to my locker, he
was already there, leaning casually against my locker and checking
out his nails and frowning like he desperately needed a manicure.
This was just great.
    As I drew closer to him, he looked
up, straightened up and away from my locker, ceding me space to
open it, which I did. He just stood there the whole time, looking
carefully at everything I do as if he was learning me by heart
which was definitely the most normal thing to do. At last, once I
closed my locker, he handed me a piece of paper that had his number
on it. My eyes grew wide and I didn’t even know what to do now.
Why? I wanted to ask. When I looked up at him, he just smirked
again.
    “ Call me if you need anything like
. . . oh, I don’t know, stuff you need to know about me for your
report,” he winked.
    “ Why?” I asked quietly again and
he smiled.
    “ Because judging by your notebook,
you don’t have any real information about me. No juicy gossip, no
nothing,” he shrugged and left, walking away with style.
    I turned around to stuff that
piece of paper into my backpack and forget all about him, but when
I turned around, I saw Maddie approach me with what looked like a
chagrined contortion.
    “ So . . . how’d your ‘session’
go?” she asked me, putting air quotations around the word
session.
    “ Agonizingly unexciting. He knew
everything about me and had, like, ten pages filled out,” I
replied, filling her in on everything that had happened.
    “ Yeah, Mark was so infuriating,
arrogant and an airhead. Jeez, how can someone be sooo cocky? He
had that stupid smirk on his face the whole period that just made
me wanna whack some sense into him,” Maddie had said when I asked
her about her “session”. At least she found out her partner’s name.
I didn’t even know mine.
    “ Well, I guess we’re gonna have to
deal with it. Right?” I asked Maddie as we reached our next period
class.
    “ Yup. I guess so. It’s just like
high school without the musical. I wish our life wasn’t so freakin’
annoying,” she sighed and gave me a look that said, what can we do
about life?
    I laughed, actually laughed for
the initial time in weeks, as we entered our next little
disheartening nightmare. It is only a musical if it is our dream.
Oh how I wish our high school was more like a musical. I would do
anything to have that kind of life.
    “That makes two of us,” Maddie
smiles, echoing my thoughts. How did she know?
    “