When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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I kept my head down as I walked towards my locker, knowing that Jack was more than likely at his at this hour of the morning, but not really feeling like talking to him. I knew he'd seen the kiss Reid forced me into, and if I knew one thing about Jack, it was that he would have no problem giving me shit for it.
I had on purpose put a little more effort into my look today, and I wasn't sure if it was because I knew I'd run into Jack or because I wanted to pretend I was feeling more confident than I really was.
The truth was, that Reid's kiss had left me feeling weak and helpless. I was stuck in a relationship that I no longer wanted. I was terrified of what Reid might do if I left him, especially if he found out I'd been spending time with Hughes.
They had a game against each other on Friday night, and I had told Jack I would go, but I ended up at home in my pyjamas eating ice cream and feeling like shit. I didn't want to be anywhere near Reid, or Jack. I'd heard from Stella that it got heated between the boys, and for once Reid wasn't the one to start it.
I knew subconsciously that Jack had gone after Reid because of what he'd seen at the ice cream parlour, but why would he do that? I didn't consider us that close? Sure, Jack had helped me on a number of accounts when Reid wouldn't, but that didn't exactly make us friends. I wasn't sure why Jack was being this way, especially considering our history.
Anyway, I kept my head down, staring at my nicer-than-usual jeans and heeled boots. I almost never wore heels, especially to school, but again, I was faking confidence today.
I made it to my locker much quicker than I would have wanted, and sighed as I entered my combination, noticing the brunette boy beside me as he stared into my soul, but trying very hard to ignore him. I let my eyes flicker to him for a fraction of a second. He looked good. He wore a black Bauer hoodie, a pair of basic dark blue jeans and a pair of Nike Air Forces. His signature CCM cap was faced backwards, as usual, and I found myself internally swooning at the sight of him. He wore this worried expression that I admit was kind of cute, and his cheeks were still flushed from the outside cold.
I hated knowing that I had this girlie crush on Jack, but I couldn't help it.
***
Jack stares at the dark haired girl as she opened her locker silently, not daring to look anywhere but at her books. He smirked, knowing she was trying not to look at him. He wondered if she'd heard about the game on Friday night, assuming she had from Stella or Izzy. It was Jack's fault, that a fight broke out between him and her fuckhead boyfriend.
He'd just so happened to overhear to boy talking inappropriately about Lyla to his group of dickhead friends, calling her a slut and telling them all about the "intense sex" they'd had on Thursday night. Jack wanted to say he knew better, that Lyla was a huge dork and probably wouldn't even be out late enough to have intercourse on a school night, but he wasn't so sure.
