Heather
This was it. We had the sa musical taste. He was clearly ant for . I wouldn’t fight destiny when it brought sothing like this to .
He stepped into my personal space, and I didn’t step away. "You know—"
Another guy appeared in the aisle saying sothing in a language I couldn’t understand. His chartreuse eyes stood out against his fair skin.
I took a step away from Brent, but he shook his head at . Why, I had no idea. I couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through his head when I couldn’t form a coherent thought.
Brent and his friend spoke rapidly in what might have been French. They were wearing identical outfits—black jeans and black t-shirts. It was weird, but neutral enough that it could’ve been a coincidence.
Brent’s friend nodded at and then walked away.
I didn’t have ti to wonder what their exchange was all about. Brent kissed the back of my hand, and my brain turned to mush.
Wait. He was going to leave?
My pulse echoed in my ears.
"I’ll see you soon," he said as he let my hand go.
"Sure," I said but his back was already to as he walked away. He looked over his shoulder at and winked.
That should be illegal. Seriously.
I leaned back hard against the bookshelf. It rattled, but thankfully didn’t tip over. I fanned myself for a second. That guy made sweat.
"I’ll see you soon?" I whispered his words to myself. I glanced around the bookshelf to see if he was gone. What did that an? When would he see ?
The bookstore suddenly lost its appeal. There was only one thing for a girl to do when she had a close encounter with a guy that hot.
Ice cream. I needed lots and lots of ice cream. Even if it was my breakfast. It had milk and maybe eggs. That totally counted.
I peeked at my watch. I still had twenty minutes before I was supposed to et up with West. I andered through the mall until I found the food court, grabbed a sugar cone with a scoop of chocolate chip, my favorite, and went outside to wait.
A lone cent bench sat outside the front of the entrance closest to where I’d parked. I settled down to eat my cone as I watched three guys try to hit on a girl. They were laughing and punching each other as they vied for her attention.
The boys were hot and so ripped their T-shirts could be re seconds away from tearing at the seams. There had to be sothing in the water here. I didn’t recognize the guys from school, but I knew the girl was in my Pre-calc class.
I searched my mory for her na and drew a blank.
I angled away from them, hoping she wouldn’t see , but I couldn’t stop myself from watching. One of the guys, a blond one with a bit too much muscle for my tastes, seed to be in the lead. She flirted with him, brushing his shoulder as she talked. He sat down on an oversized planter that held a half-dead shrub, and drew her in closer to him. The other two guys started to make fun of the blond one.
A group of guys I definitely knew from school ca out of the mall entrance. Four of them. Including Carlos.
Shit. I pulled my hair out of the bun and let it block my face. I didn’t have it in to play off any visions, especially the kind that ca from Carlos. Just dealing with the party was going to be enough for one day
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I shouldn’t have worried. They went straight for the girl.
"Stay away from Jess!" Carlos said. His hands were balled at his sides.
Holy crapola. Where was West? He was going to die when he found out he missed a fight. I quickly texted him.
"Carlos. I was just—" She stepped away from the golden boy.
Carlos shoved the guy with blond hair. "What do you think you’re doing talking to our kind?"
Blondie budged only enough to move off the planter, rising slowly.
I took another bite of my ice cream as the girl tried to stop the fight. Ice cream and a fight? Best mall trip ever.
Carlos’ face reddened, and then he looked at the ground, backing down.
La. After all the visions he’d given , seeing his ass get handed to him would’ve been nice.
One of the boys glanced toward the entrance. "We’re busted," he said.
Brent strode from the mall with two other guys dressed just like him—black T-shirt and black jeans.
"Retour sur le collége. Maintenant," Brent said.
I wondered what that ant. It sounded sexy.
Blondie’s fists clenched at his sides, but instead of saying anything, he started walking toward the parking lot.
West ran out the mall exit. "Did I miss it?"
My face heated as everyone turned to . "Shut up." I tried my best to ignore them, instead focusing on my brother. "No fight."
West looked around at the crowd now dispersing into the parking lot. "Bumr." He took my ice cream cone before I could stop him and took a big bite.
"What the hell? That was my breakfast."
West snorted. "No. This was dessert." He ripped off the paper covering the cone, and licked the length of it. "And now it’s mine."
Licking a food item was the ultimate in claiming. "You’re a dick."
He took another big bite. "Mom and Dad are waiting to have lunch with us." He threw his arm over my shoulder. "We’ve got to do sothing about your eating habits before I go."
I rolled my eyes. I ate plenty. Sotis got distracted and forgot about it, but I wasn’t anorexic or anything. My curves were still visible as ever.
"Where’s your book?" He asked as we started toward the parking lot.
My face burned once again. Brent was a few feet away by the mall entrance. I snuck a peek at him. Yup. He was waiting for to answer, arms crossed and a slanted grin on his face.
He totally knew what he was doing to . What a jerk.
The easiest thing to do would be to lie, but West knew the face I made when I lied. It wouldn’t work. I took a deep breath. "I got distracted."
He looked back at Brent and took a big bite of my cone. He chomped for a second, and I thought he’d dropped the subject.
"By what?" He asked as he turned to look at Brent again in a totally obvious way. He took another bite, and I wanted to hit him.
I pulled my keys out of my purse. "None of your business." I heard a chuckle and looked back again.
God. This was so embarrassing.
West snatched my keys out of my hand while I wasn’t looking. "That’s what you get when you hold the good stuff back."
"Who said I was holding anything back?"
He made a show of shoving the last of my cone in his mouth.
"Gross."
He put his arm around again and started half-dragging towards the car. "Little sis, let’s talk about crushes," he said way too loudly.
I shoved him away. Brent’s laughter echoed through the parking lot
Why, God? Why ! Why did you have to give this jerk of a brother who was hell bent on humiliating any chance he got?
I ignored West’s ramblings and looked one last ti at Brent. He was still standing by the entrance. One of his friends was saying sothing to him, but Brent was watching . I faced forward and waved as I stepped into the rows of parked cars.
West was right. Maybe I had a crush on this guy. But he had been watching , so he had to feel sothing for , too.
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