Book 1 in the Adoration Series
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Adeline Dubois is drowning. Fast.
She has tried to keep her head above the water, but every time she was able to get the smallest bit of air, she was dragged back under by the waves.
A familiar face from her...
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I really want to go home.
It's only been ten minutes yet I want nothing more than to run away from them and sleep the rest of the weekend away.
They're all stuck in their own conversations, rambling about multiple 'remember when' and complaining about the work teachers are already giving them. I don't make any effort to talk, not wanting to intrude on the group's personal discussions.
Levi looks back at me a few times while we're walking. I can sense he wants to talk with me, but he goes back to Alejandro every time with a bit of hesitation.
My eyes land on my nails, planning ways to torture Rosa when I get home for making me endure this shit. Suddenly, a shoulder brushes against mine. I look to my right and notice that it's Nevaeh, staring at me with a soft smile. "So, how are you finding it here?" she questions, tucking two of her purple braids behind her ears.
"It's fine," I reply. "Very different from my old school."
"Yeah, I'd imagine so. Which part of France are you from?"
"Marseille."
She nods her head. "How are you not sweating in those jeans? Even in shorts I'm still so warm."
I shrug my shoulders, fixing the hem of my t-shirt. We walk in silence for a bit, neither of us knowing what to say.
Davina also makes her way to us, standing at my left, leaving me in the middle while the boys are walking ahead of us. "Okay, so, who's your favourite celebrity crush?"
Nevaeh's brows furrow. "What type of question is that?"
"A very good one. I love knowing people's taste." She looks to me again. "So, who is it?"
My eyes drift to the floor, trying to pinpoint one person out of the very long list I have. "Maybe Michael B. Jordan."
Her smile widens at this, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. "I love him so much. He would be my husband if I was born in 1987."
"Oh my god, wait," Nevaeh starts, an amused look on her face. She's already chuckling to herself before she even says anything. "So last year, Davina went through this phase where she was completely obsessed with him, so she made him her home screen theme. All her apps were just pictures of him. It was so funny."
I force out a laugh while Davina groans, stretching her arm out in front of me to hit Nevaeh. "You did not have to say that."
"Yes I did. Show her the home screen." Davina groans again but complies, taking out her phone. We stop walking and look at all the pictures of him on it.
It's mostly him shirtless, with a few showing his gorgeous face. "That's a good one," I point out, looking at the photo with him in a Calvin Klein add.
