Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
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THE UNIVERSE SURE works in funny ways, doesn't it?
If my friends had gone on their knees, I still wouldn't be persuaded to watch a horror movie with them.
But here I was with a stranger, about to make a terrible mistake.
I've known some foolish girls in my life, but I just shot to the head of the line. I could change my mind and walk away though, but I didn't.
So out of character.
Instead, I followed him, hand-in-hand, as he ordered snacks from the concession stand. When he asked me what I wanted, I told him only a bowl of popcorn would do, even though what I actually needed was a glass of common sense.
I didn't miss the lusty wink the girl behind the stand shot him when we were leaving.
Seated at the back later, I couldn't stop shaking in my seat. This was more difficult than I'd thought. The movie was about to start.
The horror movie.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a dreary sound played. The movie had barely began, and my anxiety had already reared its ugly head.
I didn't need this right now.
But he said he wanted to know me. Wanted to spend time with me. I wanted the same: a new friend, a good distraction, though pigs would have to fly before I admitted that to him. To save myself from fidgeting, I tried to come up with a conversation.
"So, did you come alone?" Plastering on a cheerful smile, I turned to face him.
"Nah, I came with about fifty friends. Can't you see them?"
I raised my brows. He's highly and dangerously sarcastic. Okay, well noted.
"Aren't you going to snap at me and tell me that I'm rude?" He raised his eyebrows, a curious expression on his face.
"And why would I do that?"
"Because that's what you always-" He cleared his throat, pausing. "That's what people always do."
I sighed with a sympathy we both knew I didn't feel. "I can see you've been misunderstood. Well, I'm not people, and I can be sarcastic myself, so don't you worry."
There was a beat of silence. Then he said, as if in awe, "You amaze me."
"Simply because I have a sense of humor and understand sarcasm?" I raised a brow in a gesture of mockery. "Why, Travis, I didn't know you were so easy."
He gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "What the hell? Nobody has referred to me as 'easy' my whole nineteen years of living!"
He was easy on the eyes, and I'm sure people have told him that, but I wasn't about to bloat that pretty head of his by pointing it out. "My, my. Aren't you so full of yourself?"
