back pocket of my skirt, take out my schedule that I had gotten at orientation, and hand it to her. She had gotten hers at the same time. But my guess is that she forgot to ask to compare them then because she was too busy checking out the local male specimens.
“Squeeee ,” she suddenly bounces like a little kid at Christmas.
”We have five out of seven classes together and we both break at the same time for lunch. GO US,” she shouts. “I’m so glad we’re going to be here together, Ella. Seniors!! Can you believe it? I wonder if we have any fresh meat that I haven’t seen yet. The buffet around this town can use some new sumthin, sumthin. Ya know?”
That’s when I s ee him, the Nordic god , standing off to the side almost directly in our path. I look quickly down at my feet, trying but failing to fight the full body blush that I can feel coming on. Keeping my head down isn’t going to work, so I peek up through my eyelashes to check that he hasn’t caught me blushing.
That would seriously be cringe worthy. To be caught fawning over him like some simpering, stuttering school girl, I think.
What I s ee when I get another clear view of his smexiness makes me huff inwardly. Of course he is surrounded by all the beautiful people that take up the top shelf of our tiny town, but he seems to only have eyes for me. Again, he is staring at my face like he knows me or like there is something stuck on it. I try to discreetly wipe away whatever has caught his attention once again. He just smirks at me and continues to lock eyes with me. Today he has his long, almost-white hair tied back with a leather band, is wearing light wash jeans that probably cost more than three times what Jessa’s car did, a black faded rolling stones tee that hugs his massive arms and chest, with leather cuffs on his wrists. It makes me wonder what he rode to school in or on.
As we pass by I can’t help but snark in his direction.
“Stare much?”
He just does that annoying eye brow lift and leers at me. I swear his eyes are as familiar to me as my own. They have haunted my dreams for years. Not that I would tell anyone else that bit of news.
To hide my inner turmoil I roll my eyes and stroll on as if I have all the confidence of a supermodel. So not . Jessa is watching all of this and stays silent for once. I can’t wait to hear what she has to say about him once we reach a fairly quiet space. It is so not normal for her to be so closed-mouthed about anything. Maybe she is struck mute by his seemingly physical perfection. I wouldn’t doubt it. He seems to be charming the masses, judging by the horde of giggling priss-bots surrounding him like a lynch mob.
When we reach just inside the front doors, Jessa pretty much explodes, not even noticing that our three peat is waiting for us. Devon is the third of our friendship triangle, and is one of the most attractive guys in our school. He has sandy blonde hair, deep, rich chocolate eyes, kissable lips, and stands well over six feet tall. To the dismay of most of the priss-bots, Devon doesn’t swing the girly way. Doesn’t stop people from thinking we three have some kind of friends with benefits on the DL?
“OMG Ella! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that you knew Thor out there? He was practically eye fucking you while he was surrounded by the hordes!”
I try to quiet her. Not that it helps.
“I don’t know him. Jeeze can you be any louder? He just busted in on my father’s sermon yesterday morning. I mean , literally kicked open the doors then gawked at us all and strolled away. I haven’t ever talked to him. I swear,” I tell her in an exasperated voice.
Devon decide s to get into the convo.
“Okay. Who, what, a nd where are we talking about?”
“Pshhhh, Ella has a new boyfriend. He was all but drooling at her, while he was surrounded by some prissy bitches. Can you believe that shit? I’m so jealous. He was most def, bitable,” Jessa mimics tearing into a steak as
“Squeeee ,” she suddenly bounces like a little kid at Christmas.
”We have five out of seven classes together and we both break at the same time for lunch. GO US,” she shouts. “I’m so glad we’re going to be here together, Ella. Seniors!! Can you believe it? I wonder if we have any fresh meat that I haven’t seen yet. The buffet around this town can use some new sumthin, sumthin. Ya know?”
That’s when I s ee him, the Nordic god , standing off to the side almost directly in our path. I look quickly down at my feet, trying but failing to fight the full body blush that I can feel coming on. Keeping my head down isn’t going to work, so I peek up through my eyelashes to check that he hasn’t caught me blushing.
That would seriously be cringe worthy. To be caught fawning over him like some simpering, stuttering school girl, I think.
What I s ee when I get another clear view of his smexiness makes me huff inwardly. Of course he is surrounded by all the beautiful people that take up the top shelf of our tiny town, but he seems to only have eyes for me. Again, he is staring at my face like he knows me or like there is something stuck on it. I try to discreetly wipe away whatever has caught his attention once again. He just smirks at me and continues to lock eyes with me. Today he has his long, almost-white hair tied back with a leather band, is wearing light wash jeans that probably cost more than three times what Jessa’s car did, a black faded rolling stones tee that hugs his massive arms and chest, with leather cuffs on his wrists. It makes me wonder what he rode to school in or on.
As we pass by I can’t help but snark in his direction.
“Stare much?”
He just does that annoying eye brow lift and leers at me. I swear his eyes are as familiar to me as my own. They have haunted my dreams for years. Not that I would tell anyone else that bit of news.
To hide my inner turmoil I roll my eyes and stroll on as if I have all the confidence of a supermodel. So not . Jessa is watching all of this and stays silent for once. I can’t wait to hear what she has to say about him once we reach a fairly quiet space. It is so not normal for her to be so closed-mouthed about anything. Maybe she is struck mute by his seemingly physical perfection. I wouldn’t doubt it. He seems to be charming the masses, judging by the horde of giggling priss-bots surrounding him like a lynch mob.
When we reach just inside the front doors, Jessa pretty much explodes, not even noticing that our three peat is waiting for us. Devon is the third of our friendship triangle, and is one of the most attractive guys in our school. He has sandy blonde hair, deep, rich chocolate eyes, kissable lips, and stands well over six feet tall. To the dismay of most of the priss-bots, Devon doesn’t swing the girly way. Doesn’t stop people from thinking we three have some kind of friends with benefits on the DL?
“OMG Ella! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that you knew Thor out there? He was practically eye fucking you while he was surrounded by the hordes!”
I try to quiet her. Not that it helps.
“I don’t know him. Jeeze can you be any louder? He just busted in on my father’s sermon yesterday morning. I mean , literally kicked open the doors then gawked at us all and strolled away. I haven’t ever talked to him. I swear,” I tell her in an exasperated voice.
Devon decide s to get into the convo.
“Okay. Who, what, a nd where are we talking about?”
“Pshhhh, Ella has a new boyfriend. He was all but drooling at her, while he was surrounded by some prissy bitches. Can you believe that shit? I’m so jealous. He was most def, bitable,” Jessa mimics tearing into a steak as
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