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drooled mentally, while reminding myself that he was so far out of my league. Plus I didn't really want to get with a guy who'd tape the whole thing then text it to the world.
I slammed my locker shut, algebra book tucked tightly against my chest. "I'll find some cute nerd in my math class instead."
Triniti snorted, which, ironically, was really adorable. Every noise I made was awful. I had to learn from this girl.
"Love, even the nerds are hot commodities in this school. They're going to be the billionaire engineers of the future."
"What about girls like me? Who do I get to date?" At Catholic school, I didn't have a chance. It was an all-girls school. Our principal, who was also a nun, was so strict that we weren't allowed to have mixers with the boys' school down the road. I had hoped someone with a penis would look my way at HBHS.
"Girls like you have to hope the girls like me toss you our leftovers." Triniti laughed so hard her hoop earrings shook. "I'm totally kidding, Raven. You'll find a guy here, I promise. You're the new girl. Every guy will want a piece of you."
The warning bell rang and the crowds dispersed. I gave Triniti a quick hug, and then ran down the hall to algebra. Last night I took the virtual tour of the school on their website. It was so accurate, I felt like I’d been going there all my life. I flung the door open and gave the teacher, Mr. Michaels, my transfer slip. He should have been expecting me, but the school secretary gave me a note for each teacher to remind them.
"Ms. Joseph." Yes, my name was Mary Joseph. It couldn't get more biblical than that. Was it any wonder I’d taken Raven as my stage name? "Welcome to algebra. Take a seat over there." He waved absently to the back corner of the room, right next the guy who was hotter than the gods.
Ian kicked the chair next to him, pushing it back for me. It was the closest thing to chivalry I'd seen in a teen boy. I mentally swooned, but as far as anyone else knew I casually sat down, not even acknowledging his presence.
The rest of the class went by in a blur. I didn’t hear a word Mr. Michaels said. I'd been too busy purposely ignoring Ian.
"Psst, Virgin Mary," he said after class. I closed my notepad, pretending not to hear him. I refused to answer to that nickname anyway. If I did it once, everyone would think it was okay. It wasn't.
"Raven," he said. This time I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Go back to your old school. We don't need your kind here."
Chapter Two
Triniti and I squirreled into the tiny dressing room backstage. Troy and Rick used the dank guys bathroom down the hall. They both claimed all they needed was a place to pee. I tried to see my reflection in the grimy mirror in front of me. My hair hung straight to my shoulders, like a curtain from the turn of the century, dark, thick, and boring. Triniti pulled the plaid headband out of my hair.
“This is from Catholic school, right?”
I nodded. I’d worn headbands like that since preschool. I wasn’t even sure how to do anything else with my hair.
“It’s lame. You’re not in Catholic school anymore. Let’s kill off Virgin Mary before the concert.” Triniti reached into her bag and pulled out a makeup case. She dumped its contents on the table in front of us. Tubes I couldn’t even identify rolled on the table.
“You use all of this?” I stretched up and touched her face with a fingertip. It didn’t feel, or look, made up.
“Absolutely. It’s knowing how to put it on that makes a difference.” She cocked her head to the side, staring at me. “But with you, I think we’re going to go for something dramatic.”
Triniti grabbed a ponytail holder, pulled my hair away from my face, and secured it in back. A little makeup would just make me look stupid. I tried before and I always looked like a little girl playing dress up. While I hoped Triniti could do more with me, I wasn’t holding my breath.
“Close your
I slammed my locker shut, algebra book tucked tightly against my chest. "I'll find some cute nerd in my math class instead."
Triniti snorted, which, ironically, was really adorable. Every noise I made was awful. I had to learn from this girl.
"Love, even the nerds are hot commodities in this school. They're going to be the billionaire engineers of the future."
"What about girls like me? Who do I get to date?" At Catholic school, I didn't have a chance. It was an all-girls school. Our principal, who was also a nun, was so strict that we weren't allowed to have mixers with the boys' school down the road. I had hoped someone with a penis would look my way at HBHS.
"Girls like you have to hope the girls like me toss you our leftovers." Triniti laughed so hard her hoop earrings shook. "I'm totally kidding, Raven. You'll find a guy here, I promise. You're the new girl. Every guy will want a piece of you."
The warning bell rang and the crowds dispersed. I gave Triniti a quick hug, and then ran down the hall to algebra. Last night I took the virtual tour of the school on their website. It was so accurate, I felt like I’d been going there all my life. I flung the door open and gave the teacher, Mr. Michaels, my transfer slip. He should have been expecting me, but the school secretary gave me a note for each teacher to remind them.
"Ms. Joseph." Yes, my name was Mary Joseph. It couldn't get more biblical than that. Was it any wonder I’d taken Raven as my stage name? "Welcome to algebra. Take a seat over there." He waved absently to the back corner of the room, right next the guy who was hotter than the gods.
Ian kicked the chair next to him, pushing it back for me. It was the closest thing to chivalry I'd seen in a teen boy. I mentally swooned, but as far as anyone else knew I casually sat down, not even acknowledging his presence.
The rest of the class went by in a blur. I didn’t hear a word Mr. Michaels said. I'd been too busy purposely ignoring Ian.
"Psst, Virgin Mary," he said after class. I closed my notepad, pretending not to hear him. I refused to answer to that nickname anyway. If I did it once, everyone would think it was okay. It wasn't.
"Raven," he said. This time I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Go back to your old school. We don't need your kind here."
Chapter Two
Triniti and I squirreled into the tiny dressing room backstage. Troy and Rick used the dank guys bathroom down the hall. They both claimed all they needed was a place to pee. I tried to see my reflection in the grimy mirror in front of me. My hair hung straight to my shoulders, like a curtain from the turn of the century, dark, thick, and boring. Triniti pulled the plaid headband out of my hair.
“This is from Catholic school, right?”
I nodded. I’d worn headbands like that since preschool. I wasn’t even sure how to do anything else with my hair.
“It’s lame. You’re not in Catholic school anymore. Let’s kill off Virgin Mary before the concert.” Triniti reached into her bag and pulled out a makeup case. She dumped its contents on the table in front of us. Tubes I couldn’t even identify rolled on the table.
“You use all of this?” I stretched up and touched her face with a fingertip. It didn’t feel, or look, made up.
“Absolutely. It’s knowing how to put it on that makes a difference.” She cocked her head to the side, staring at me. “But with you, I think we’re going to go for something dramatic.”
Triniti grabbed a ponytail holder, pulled my hair away from my face, and secured it in back. A little makeup would just make me look stupid. I tried before and I always looked like a little girl playing dress up. While I hoped Triniti could do more with me, I wasn’t holding my breath.
“Close your
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