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Authors: Amanda Hocking
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enough.” He paused thoughtfully before continuing. “It matters to me if you get expelled. Your safety is important to me,” he answered coolly.
I had no idea what to make of that. Truthfully, I had no idea what to make of anything about him. He was like nothing I had experienced. The obvious follow up question to what he just said would be, why do those things matter to you? Instead of asking that, I just stared at him, trying to collect my thoughts and slow the fluttering of my heart, and then the bell rang before I had a chance to really find anything out.
“We should get to class.” Finn went to the door and held it open for me.
“Okay,” I nodded and walked over to the door. I stopped when I was right next to him and looked up at him. This close up, his eyes were even more intimidating, and he smelled sweetly of cologne. “But if you every drag me away like that again, I will punch you. Hard.”
“I don’t doubt you will, and I’ll keep that in mind.” A hint of his smile played on the corner of his lips, sending my ridiculous heart into a tailspin.
I lowered my eyes and hurried out the door. I glanced back over my shoulder as I walked away, and he was going in the opposite direction. Taking a deep breath, I rushed to my locker and tried to convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to that clearly disturbed boy. Patrick was waiting anxiously at my 48
locker, but he broke out into a relieved smile when he saw me. Tegan and any sign of our fight were long gone.
“So, everything’s okay?” Patrick ruffled his hair and watched me as I struggled to open my locker. After he second, he offered, “Here. Let me try.
What’s your com?”
“36-21-7,” I told him. “I don’t know if everything’s okay. What happened after I left?”
“Mr. Meade came and got Tegan and took her to the nurses’ office,”
Patrick explained, and he popped open my locker com almost immediately.
“She didn’t give up your name or anything, so you’re good. Where did you go?
What happened with Finn?”
“I don’t know.” I honestly didn’t know how explain what had transpired between us. The best I could come up with is that he had been trying to protect me, and he’d been angry that I’d put myself in danger in the first place. That sounded stupid to say aloud, so I just loaded up my bookbag and shrugged. “He just took me to the art room and told me to grow up.”
“So, he did it just to save you from the fight? So you wouldn’t get expelled?” Patrick asked, and a smirk was growing on his face, one that I didn’t approve of. “He helped you, if you will.”
“I guess.” I slung my bag over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut.
“Oh, yeah, he is a total creep!” Patrick nodded exaggeratedly. “You really nailed that one on the head. I’m never gonna question you again.”
“Shut up,” I laughed and shook my head. “Don’t you have a class you’re late for or something?”
“Always!” Patrick turned and jogged down the hall, apparently taking my suggestion seriously.
I sat through Algebra, but I was even more fidgety than normal. I had an adrenaline rush from the fight with Tegan and the bizarre rendezvous with Finn. Class went by incredibly slow, especially since I had History next hour 49
with both Tegan and Finn, and I was kind of excited to see what that would bring.
To be honest, History was a little anti-climactic. Tegan was gone, and Mr. Meade hushed the class when people tried to speculate. There were a lot of murmurs and glances in my direction, but I didn’t give away anything. I tried to play completely innocent, like I had no idea what any of them could possibly be thinking.
When I came to class, Finn was already there. Instead of blankly staring at me or ignoring me, as had been previous greetings, he actually gave me a small smile and nodded hello at me. Throughout Mr. Meade’s lecture, when I was wishing I was sleeping, I would occasionally
I had no idea what to make of that. Truthfully, I had no idea what to make of anything about him. He was like nothing I had experienced. The obvious follow up question to what he just said would be, why do those things matter to you? Instead of asking that, I just stared at him, trying to collect my thoughts and slow the fluttering of my heart, and then the bell rang before I had a chance to really find anything out.
“We should get to class.” Finn went to the door and held it open for me.
“Okay,” I nodded and walked over to the door. I stopped when I was right next to him and looked up at him. This close up, his eyes were even more intimidating, and he smelled sweetly of cologne. “But if you every drag me away like that again, I will punch you. Hard.”
“I don’t doubt you will, and I’ll keep that in mind.” A hint of his smile played on the corner of his lips, sending my ridiculous heart into a tailspin.
I lowered my eyes and hurried out the door. I glanced back over my shoulder as I walked away, and he was going in the opposite direction. Taking a deep breath, I rushed to my locker and tried to convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to that clearly disturbed boy. Patrick was waiting anxiously at my 48
locker, but he broke out into a relieved smile when he saw me. Tegan and any sign of our fight were long gone.
“So, everything’s okay?” Patrick ruffled his hair and watched me as I struggled to open my locker. After he second, he offered, “Here. Let me try.
What’s your com?”
“36-21-7,” I told him. “I don’t know if everything’s okay. What happened after I left?”
“Mr. Meade came and got Tegan and took her to the nurses’ office,”
Patrick explained, and he popped open my locker com almost immediately.
“She didn’t give up your name or anything, so you’re good. Where did you go?
What happened with Finn?”
“I don’t know.” I honestly didn’t know how explain what had transpired between us. The best I could come up with is that he had been trying to protect me, and he’d been angry that I’d put myself in danger in the first place. That sounded stupid to say aloud, so I just loaded up my bookbag and shrugged. “He just took me to the art room and told me to grow up.”
“So, he did it just to save you from the fight? So you wouldn’t get expelled?” Patrick asked, and a smirk was growing on his face, one that I didn’t approve of. “He helped you, if you will.”
“I guess.” I slung my bag over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut.
“Oh, yeah, he is a total creep!” Patrick nodded exaggeratedly. “You really nailed that one on the head. I’m never gonna question you again.”
“Shut up,” I laughed and shook my head. “Don’t you have a class you’re late for or something?”
“Always!” Patrick turned and jogged down the hall, apparently taking my suggestion seriously.
I sat through Algebra, but I was even more fidgety than normal. I had an adrenaline rush from the fight with Tegan and the bizarre rendezvous with Finn. Class went by incredibly slow, especially since I had History next hour 49
with both Tegan and Finn, and I was kind of excited to see what that would bring.
To be honest, History was a little anti-climactic. Tegan was gone, and Mr. Meade hushed the class when people tried to speculate. There were a lot of murmurs and glances in my direction, but I didn’t give away anything. I tried to play completely innocent, like I had no idea what any of them could possibly be thinking.
When I came to class, Finn was already there. Instead of blankly staring at me or ignoring me, as had been previous greetings, he actually gave me a small smile and nodded hello at me. Throughout Mr. Meade’s lecture, when I was wishing I was sleeping, I would occasionally
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