Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
A snap of fingers in front of my face brings me back to earth.
"Hello? Still with me?" Riley peers at my face.
I blink. "Hmm?"
"What's wrong? You've been staring off. Who are you looking at?" She tries to spot the person I've been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, there's a hell of a crowd today hiding the person who's piquing my interest.
"No one." I give Riley a chuckle.
She gives me a skeptical look before shrugging.
I don't glance back at Castle—who's sitting all alone in the corner of the cafeteria. He has his hood up, no food on his table, silently drumming his fingers on the table while his other hand holds his phone.
If I glance at him again, Riley for sure will notice. And while I don't mind if she does, I wanna keep my interest in Castle a secret for a while before spreading it around.
Why is he sitting all alone? Does he not have friends?
I look at my own table crowded with people, half of whom I don't even talk to.
Sean's sitting beside me with his arm resting behind me on my chair, but he isn't paying attention to me, talking to his other football buddies crowding him.
Riley sits on my other side, wearing her short cheerleader clothes. Her makeup is done to perfection with smoky eyes and maroon lips. She is the spitting image of a bikini model. And she has brown hair.
Riley notices me staring at her long brown locks.
"Why don't you colour your hair?" She asks me.
"It's my mom's hair," I respond, twirling a lock of my hair.
"Unlucky you." She says, gathering her hair over one shoulder before flipping it in a way so that it hits me in the face.
I jerk back with a laugh.
Sean's arm comes around my shoulder and I turn around to look at him.
I raise my eyebrows.
"My place tonight?" He asks.
"Sure," I respond before adding. "Should be before 8 and after 10 though."
He furrows his eyebrows. "Why?"
"I'm studying, remember?"
He nods. "Right, your grade. Is it really important though?"
"Unless you want someone else to be cheering for you on the field, then yes."
