laugh. Is he being serious?
“Tyler,” Axel warned.
I opened my mouth to say something like I can take care of myself . But when my eyes connected with Axel’s, I found a gleam of possessiveness. My heart fluttered and my mouth went bone dry.
“She doesn’t date, Tyler. You’re out of luck,” Landon’s voice cut through my fantasies.
I snapped back to reality. Date? Luck? What? I glanced around the table, my eyes finally landing on Tyler. Right . His eyes twinkled with mischief and his lips listed in an evil grin. He looked pleased that I was squirming under his scrutiny.
Uncomfortably squirming.
“You know…” Tyler’s lips flattened and he moved his mouth closer to my ear. “Making out with a non-datable girl is a complete turn-on.”
“Argh…” I backhanded him in the chest, making him gasp for air. And I refused to apologize.
“I would never hook up with you, even if you were the last living being on earth,” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.
“We’re all in for the senior party tomorrow?” Ella asked. “I heard it’s going to be top of the charts. Christian’s parents are out of town and… he has plans, if you know what I mean.” Ella looked back to Dean, licking her lips suggestively.
Axel eyed me. “Are you going?”
“Of course she is.” Pey answered for me. “We’ve been talking about this, like, forever.”
“I guess I’m going.” I sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to enjoy it.” I scowled at my best friend.
“I’m sure if Axel showed up you’d be up for anything,” she whispered into my ear.
My nerves jumped and wished Dracians didn’t have dog ears. Because that would suck. I glanced up to find Axel staring right back at me, his cheeks a bit flushed.
Damn him!
When I opened my locker, a note fell out. I unfolded it, my fingers trembling.
Honey.
A smile crept on my face. I knew exactly whom this note came from. I shook my head, approaching Axel’s locker. I scribbled on a piece of paper.
You hate honey? I so don’t know you.
I drew an elaborate smiley face, including a protruding tongue. Then I gave him a bit about myself.
Project Bandaloop. Marie
I stood up on my tippy toes and pushed the note into his locker, hearing it hit the metal bottom with a soft clink. I smiled, unable to hold back. I didn’t understand this overwhelming attraction to a boy I just met, but one thing was sure: I was slowly, but deeply, falling for him.
At around 8:30 that night, my phone rang. Rummaging through my book bag, I made a mental note that I needed to find a better place for it than the bottomless pit.
“Hello?” I said, a little out of breath.
“Is this a bad time?” I recognized the voice immediately as my heart hit the walls of my chest with a screeching halt.
“How did you get my number?” Stupid, stupid. He calls you and that’s what you want to know?
Axel chuckled nervously. “I paid a huge price to get it.”
“What kind of price?” I could barely hide my grin in my tone.
“I traded a week’s worth of patrolling. FYI, don’t ever trade with Tyler. He’s one tough SOB.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you called.” My voice sounded foreign to me—heavy and soft.
He paused. “I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you, and I wanted to hear your voice.”
Damn the butterflies.
“I got your note.”
“I thought I would share something about myself first.” I heard his unsaid words. Your turn.
“So you call one-word responses sharing? I didn’t know if you liked or hated honey, or if you’re the beekeeper.” I heard him laugh. “Just so you know, I assumed the worst.”
“And what was that?”
“That you’re a bee-killing honey hater.” I lay on my bed, pushing aside my homework.
“That’s a lot of hate, Ren. And a beautiful girl I know told me I need to lay off that kind of energy.”
He called me beautiful! My throat felt dry and heavy with excitement.
“Well, that’s
“Tyler,” Axel warned.
I opened my mouth to say something like I can take care of myself . But when my eyes connected with Axel’s, I found a gleam of possessiveness. My heart fluttered and my mouth went bone dry.
“She doesn’t date, Tyler. You’re out of luck,” Landon’s voice cut through my fantasies.
I snapped back to reality. Date? Luck? What? I glanced around the table, my eyes finally landing on Tyler. Right . His eyes twinkled with mischief and his lips listed in an evil grin. He looked pleased that I was squirming under his scrutiny.
Uncomfortably squirming.
“You know…” Tyler’s lips flattened and he moved his mouth closer to my ear. “Making out with a non-datable girl is a complete turn-on.”
“Argh…” I backhanded him in the chest, making him gasp for air. And I refused to apologize.
“I would never hook up with you, even if you were the last living being on earth,” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.
“We’re all in for the senior party tomorrow?” Ella asked. “I heard it’s going to be top of the charts. Christian’s parents are out of town and… he has plans, if you know what I mean.” Ella looked back to Dean, licking her lips suggestively.
Axel eyed me. “Are you going?”
“Of course she is.” Pey answered for me. “We’ve been talking about this, like, forever.”
“I guess I’m going.” I sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to enjoy it.” I scowled at my best friend.
“I’m sure if Axel showed up you’d be up for anything,” she whispered into my ear.
My nerves jumped and wished Dracians didn’t have dog ears. Because that would suck. I glanced up to find Axel staring right back at me, his cheeks a bit flushed.
Damn him!
When I opened my locker, a note fell out. I unfolded it, my fingers trembling.
Honey.
A smile crept on my face. I knew exactly whom this note came from. I shook my head, approaching Axel’s locker. I scribbled on a piece of paper.
You hate honey? I so don’t know you.
I drew an elaborate smiley face, including a protruding tongue. Then I gave him a bit about myself.
Project Bandaloop. Marie
I stood up on my tippy toes and pushed the note into his locker, hearing it hit the metal bottom with a soft clink. I smiled, unable to hold back. I didn’t understand this overwhelming attraction to a boy I just met, but one thing was sure: I was slowly, but deeply, falling for him.
At around 8:30 that night, my phone rang. Rummaging through my book bag, I made a mental note that I needed to find a better place for it than the bottomless pit.
“Hello?” I said, a little out of breath.
“Is this a bad time?” I recognized the voice immediately as my heart hit the walls of my chest with a screeching halt.
“How did you get my number?” Stupid, stupid. He calls you and that’s what you want to know?
Axel chuckled nervously. “I paid a huge price to get it.”
“What kind of price?” I could barely hide my grin in my tone.
“I traded a week’s worth of patrolling. FYI, don’t ever trade with Tyler. He’s one tough SOB.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you called.” My voice sounded foreign to me—heavy and soft.
He paused. “I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you, and I wanted to hear your voice.”
Damn the butterflies.
“I got your note.”
“I thought I would share something about myself first.” I heard his unsaid words. Your turn.
“So you call one-word responses sharing? I didn’t know if you liked or hated honey, or if you’re the beekeeper.” I heard him laugh. “Just so you know, I assumed the worst.”
“And what was that?”
“That you’re a bee-killing honey hater.” I lay on my bed, pushing aside my homework.
“That’s a lot of hate, Ren. And a beautiful girl I know told me I need to lay off that kind of energy.”
He called me beautiful! My throat felt dry and heavy with excitement.
“Well, that’s
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