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“The topic for today is Shirley Jackson. We’ll begin with her background, then we’ll talk a little about some of her stories.”
I drifted off into my own world—a world of who the hell was Kade Maxwell ? And why did he unnerve me so? I got hot flashes when I replayed the closet scene and how his mouth barely touched mine. My lips tingled. Snap out of it, girl. Then I replayed the scene with Tammy. I bit my lip. Why did she hate me? I hadn’t done anything to her.
Becca nudged me, ending my trip down memory lane. She nodded to the door. A tall, sexy male specimen walked in. All heads followed his movements as he made his way to Mr. Souza’s desk.
Whoa!
“Welcome back, Kelton,” Mr. Souza said.
So this was Kelton? He had artfully messy black hair, a strong angular jaw, and a small scar on his chin. He wore a tight, fitted black T-shirt that emphasized a toned chest and arms, and his worn-out jeans fit nicely on his hips. The only resemblance to Kade was in the build. I wasn’t surprised, since Julie and I had had different features.
“Take a seat behind Ms. Robinson.”
“Like I’m supposed to know who that chick is?” he asked, glaring at Mr. Souza.
“Manners, Kelton. Did you lose them at your last school?” he asked.
“I never had any. You know that, Teach.”
“Enough. Ms. Robinson is right there. Raise your hand, Lacey.”
Okay . Now I wanted to run out of here and hide in that closet Kade had had me in. In fact, maybe being held hostage by this guy’s brother was better than this.
I didn’t raise my hand, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught Becca pointing at me. Great. Just what I needed—a distracting testosterone factory staring at me, thinking I didn’t even know my own name.
Running a hand through his hair, he sauntered down the aisle toward me, casual, cool and confident. In the five long strides it took him to reach me, several whispers and a few squeals erupted. “You’re Lacey?” he drawled with a cocky-ass grin, showing a set of white teeth.
Grace Edison, who sat in front of Zane, muttered something about me under her breath.
Kelton’s blue eyes gleamed when he met my gaze. Folding his tall physique into the seat behind me, Kelton grabbed a handful of my hair in his strong hand and sniffed, loudly.
Who did that? Well, he did, of course.
“Wow, woman, you smell delicious,” he said.
I whipped around. “Get your paws off me, shithead.”
“Kelton? Lacey? Quiet,” Mr. Souza commanded. “Okay, class. I want everyone to turn to page twenty-five, and read ‘The Lottery.’ I’ll give you a few minutes, then we’ll discuss it. There will also be a quiz tomorrow.”
Gathering all my hair, I swept it forward so the animal behind me wouldn’t touch it.
“Man, you’re turning me on with that spunky attitude of yours, girl. I would take a punch from you any day,” he whispered.
Horrified, I shot another one of my death glares at him. “Maybe you would like a hard knee to your crotch,” I whispered.
“Gee, you know how to make a guy flinch, don’t you?” His voice was tight.
“Just ask your brother, Kade,” I muttered.
“Lacey,” Mr. Souza called. “Read.”
I was trying to, if it weren’t for the cocky little shit behind me.
“What?” Becca asked, horrified. “You? You’re the one who gave Kade a black eye?”
I shrugged one shoulder.
“Oh, my God,” she mouthed.
I opened my book and skimmed through the pages. I’d read “The Lottery” before. Shirley Jackson was one of my favorite authors. I had a collection of her short stories on my shelf at home. Before long we were discussing the themes of the story.
“We talked about the randomness of persecution as a theme. What’s another one?” Mr. Souza asked, setting his gaze on me. “Lacey?”
“How dangerous it can be to follow tradition,” I said.
“Very good.”
“She’s smart too,” Kelton whispered.
The bell rang. Students scurried for the door.
I stuffed
“The topic for today is Shirley Jackson. We’ll begin with her background, then we’ll talk a little about some of her stories.”
I drifted off into my own world—a world of who the hell was Kade Maxwell ? And why did he unnerve me so? I got hot flashes when I replayed the closet scene and how his mouth barely touched mine. My lips tingled. Snap out of it, girl. Then I replayed the scene with Tammy. I bit my lip. Why did she hate me? I hadn’t done anything to her.
Becca nudged me, ending my trip down memory lane. She nodded to the door. A tall, sexy male specimen walked in. All heads followed his movements as he made his way to Mr. Souza’s desk.
Whoa!
“Welcome back, Kelton,” Mr. Souza said.
So this was Kelton? He had artfully messy black hair, a strong angular jaw, and a small scar on his chin. He wore a tight, fitted black T-shirt that emphasized a toned chest and arms, and his worn-out jeans fit nicely on his hips. The only resemblance to Kade was in the build. I wasn’t surprised, since Julie and I had had different features.
“Take a seat behind Ms. Robinson.”
“Like I’m supposed to know who that chick is?” he asked, glaring at Mr. Souza.
“Manners, Kelton. Did you lose them at your last school?” he asked.
“I never had any. You know that, Teach.”
“Enough. Ms. Robinson is right there. Raise your hand, Lacey.”
Okay . Now I wanted to run out of here and hide in that closet Kade had had me in. In fact, maybe being held hostage by this guy’s brother was better than this.
I didn’t raise my hand, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught Becca pointing at me. Great. Just what I needed—a distracting testosterone factory staring at me, thinking I didn’t even know my own name.
Running a hand through his hair, he sauntered down the aisle toward me, casual, cool and confident. In the five long strides it took him to reach me, several whispers and a few squeals erupted. “You’re Lacey?” he drawled with a cocky-ass grin, showing a set of white teeth.
Grace Edison, who sat in front of Zane, muttered something about me under her breath.
Kelton’s blue eyes gleamed when he met my gaze. Folding his tall physique into the seat behind me, Kelton grabbed a handful of my hair in his strong hand and sniffed, loudly.
Who did that? Well, he did, of course.
“Wow, woman, you smell delicious,” he said.
I whipped around. “Get your paws off me, shithead.”
“Kelton? Lacey? Quiet,” Mr. Souza commanded. “Okay, class. I want everyone to turn to page twenty-five, and read ‘The Lottery.’ I’ll give you a few minutes, then we’ll discuss it. There will also be a quiz tomorrow.”
Gathering all my hair, I swept it forward so the animal behind me wouldn’t touch it.
“Man, you’re turning me on with that spunky attitude of yours, girl. I would take a punch from you any day,” he whispered.
Horrified, I shot another one of my death glares at him. “Maybe you would like a hard knee to your crotch,” I whispered.
“Gee, you know how to make a guy flinch, don’t you?” His voice was tight.
“Just ask your brother, Kade,” I muttered.
“Lacey,” Mr. Souza called. “Read.”
I was trying to, if it weren’t for the cocky little shit behind me.
“What?” Becca asked, horrified. “You? You’re the one who gave Kade a black eye?”
I shrugged one shoulder.
“Oh, my God,” she mouthed.
I opened my book and skimmed through the pages. I’d read “The Lottery” before. Shirley Jackson was one of my favorite authors. I had a collection of her short stories on my shelf at home. Before long we were discussing the themes of the story.
“We talked about the randomness of persecution as a theme. What’s another one?” Mr. Souza asked, setting his gaze on me. “Lacey?”
“How dangerous it can be to follow tradition,” I said.
“Very good.”
“She’s smart too,” Kelton whispered.
The bell rang. Students scurried for the door.
I stuffed
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