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roars, spittle flying from his lips. “I could have that girl any day I want.”
Conner shrugs, but the humorous glint doesn’t disappear from his eyes.
“Oliver’s right. I’m with Claire.” Gabriel breathes out a weighted sigh, pulling his friends toward the field. “But that doesn’t mean she’s fair game for you two.”
“Oh man, no way,” Conner complains. “Why not?”
“Because I know you. You’ll just use her and walk away,” Gabriel retorts. The thought of their hands on that girl makes his fingers curl into fists. He can’t explain the strange need to protect her from his friends. Only that he can’t imagine letting them hurt her. “Just leave her alone, okay?”
“That’s so not cool,” Conner mutters. He winces under Gabriel’s stern glare. Conner throws up his hands in defeat. “Fine, but I think it’s wrong, man.”
Gabriel turns to glare at Oliver. His scowl is followed swiftly by a shrug. “Whatever.”
It’s the exact response Gabriel anticipated. His “friends” are only by association. He can’t trust them further than he can throw them. Gabriel vows to keep an eye on them…and on the girl.
“We’ve got a game to win, guys,” Gabriel calls as the countdown buzzer sounds. “Focus.”
He jogs alongside his friends, determined not to think about the mystery girl until after the game is over. That is easier said than done.
Five
Despite Roseline’s reservations about Sadie and William, she finds herself naturally longing for their company. The football game, although mildly exciting, pales in comparison to the enjoyment she got just from watching Sadie root obnoxiously for the team. Even William’s antics delighted her.
The weekend following the game was painfully boring. Even clothes shopping alone for a new wardrobe failed to lift her spirits, but she was determined not to let the time go to waste. She ventured out into the mall and sat for hours, studying the movements of other teenagers. She filled a small notebook with slang terms that she picked up on and would hopefully remember to use. Having a thick accent is bad enough, but speaking like a grandparent is unforgiveable.
When her alarm blares on Monday morning, Roseline is more than a little excited to shed the confines of her lonely home for the obnoxious halls of school.
Freedom. Dangerous as that freedom might be for her, she is desperate for it.
She rushes through her morning routine, shoving an apple butter bagel into her mouth as she hops into the living room with only one shoe on. She has just finished zipping up her knee-high boots when a horn blares outside Roseline’s front window. She smiles. William has not only kept his word to drive her to school this morning, but he is also early, by nearly twenty minutes.
Roseline laughs to herself. “Seems someone is rather anxious.”
Tossing the remains of her bagel into the trash, Roseline snatches her bag and hits the door. William waves his hand behind the glass window, obviously refusing to allow in a tiny sliver of artic air. Roseline shakes her head, amused by his enthusiasm.
“Morning,” William drawls as she sinks into the soft leather. He scrunches down in his seat and blasts the heater to steal away the chill in the air.
Without missing a beat, Roseline leaps into their playful banter, taking Sadie’s side about how great Rosewood’s team did at the game on Friday night. Although Roseline really can’t care less about the outcome, it feels nice to be normal for a change, almost human.
They part ways as the first bell rings and Roseline settles into her second day of school. She quickly discovers that the teachers think they know it all, and the students don’t give a hoot. Most spend their time chatting about the football game. She sinks back into her chair and observes. Apparently, American football is a pretty big thing around here.
When the bell for lunch echoes down the hall, Roseline is the first to emerge. She hits the
Conner shrugs, but the humorous glint doesn’t disappear from his eyes.
“Oliver’s right. I’m with Claire.” Gabriel breathes out a weighted sigh, pulling his friends toward the field. “But that doesn’t mean she’s fair game for you two.”
“Oh man, no way,” Conner complains. “Why not?”
“Because I know you. You’ll just use her and walk away,” Gabriel retorts. The thought of their hands on that girl makes his fingers curl into fists. He can’t explain the strange need to protect her from his friends. Only that he can’t imagine letting them hurt her. “Just leave her alone, okay?”
“That’s so not cool,” Conner mutters. He winces under Gabriel’s stern glare. Conner throws up his hands in defeat. “Fine, but I think it’s wrong, man.”
Gabriel turns to glare at Oliver. His scowl is followed swiftly by a shrug. “Whatever.”
It’s the exact response Gabriel anticipated. His “friends” are only by association. He can’t trust them further than he can throw them. Gabriel vows to keep an eye on them…and on the girl.
“We’ve got a game to win, guys,” Gabriel calls as the countdown buzzer sounds. “Focus.”
He jogs alongside his friends, determined not to think about the mystery girl until after the game is over. That is easier said than done.
Five
Despite Roseline’s reservations about Sadie and William, she finds herself naturally longing for their company. The football game, although mildly exciting, pales in comparison to the enjoyment she got just from watching Sadie root obnoxiously for the team. Even William’s antics delighted her.
The weekend following the game was painfully boring. Even clothes shopping alone for a new wardrobe failed to lift her spirits, but she was determined not to let the time go to waste. She ventured out into the mall and sat for hours, studying the movements of other teenagers. She filled a small notebook with slang terms that she picked up on and would hopefully remember to use. Having a thick accent is bad enough, but speaking like a grandparent is unforgiveable.
When her alarm blares on Monday morning, Roseline is more than a little excited to shed the confines of her lonely home for the obnoxious halls of school.
Freedom. Dangerous as that freedom might be for her, she is desperate for it.
She rushes through her morning routine, shoving an apple butter bagel into her mouth as she hops into the living room with only one shoe on. She has just finished zipping up her knee-high boots when a horn blares outside Roseline’s front window. She smiles. William has not only kept his word to drive her to school this morning, but he is also early, by nearly twenty minutes.
Roseline laughs to herself. “Seems someone is rather anxious.”
Tossing the remains of her bagel into the trash, Roseline snatches her bag and hits the door. William waves his hand behind the glass window, obviously refusing to allow in a tiny sliver of artic air. Roseline shakes her head, amused by his enthusiasm.
“Morning,” William drawls as she sinks into the soft leather. He scrunches down in his seat and blasts the heater to steal away the chill in the air.
Without missing a beat, Roseline leaps into their playful banter, taking Sadie’s side about how great Rosewood’s team did at the game on Friday night. Although Roseline really can’t care less about the outcome, it feels nice to be normal for a change, almost human.
They part ways as the first bell rings and Roseline settles into her second day of school. She quickly discovers that the teachers think they know it all, and the students don’t give a hoot. Most spend their time chatting about the football game. She sinks back into her chair and observes. Apparently, American football is a pretty big thing around here.
When the bell for lunch echoes down the hall, Roseline is the first to emerge. She hits the
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