Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
Human beings had to be the most irritating and merciless species in the entire universe. If I had the choice to spend time with an evil alligator or a high school kid, I'd always choose the alligator. Alligators had more of a soul than high school children.
Why the hell were they staring at me like I was the most disgusting person in the world? I had no idea. I wanted to know if cruelty and idiocy ran through most teenagers' veins or something because did their parents never teach them that staring at someone like you want to rip them apart was not good manners?
I expected school on Monday to be ordinary—or as ordinary as high school could be. But now, all I had was everyone, and I am not exaggerating, everyone was staring at me. Apart from the one or two odd people who were sensible and couldn't care less about other people's lives. Like me.
I checked my clothes—pretty normal, and even if I was wearing one of my mom's choice of clothes, there would be nothing that interesting to stare at.
If Kyran didn't show up and explain what the hell was going on, I was going to lose it. Never mind. Not Kyran, I needed Max to explain everything. He probably knew everything and more.
Today was the day I needed to make a lot of changes to my timetable, preferably without Ms. Walton's input. She'd definitely try and change something or tell me I couldn't do so much—and I definitely didn't need her to jeopardize my plan.
Unless Kyran told his dear aunt, I should be safe.
I strode through the halls, staring at the floor despite the whispering and the looks that followed me. They were talking about me, and even if they weren't, it sure as hell felt like they were judging me even if they knew nothing about me or my life. Just as I was starting to feel my head hurt, I noticed Kyran on the other end of the hallway having a very intense conversation with a bunch of his football friends. He looked quite furious, and it was almost scary to watch.
There were only two people I knew who looked absolutely frightening when they were angry—Kyran and my mom.
Maybe now was not the time to ask about this.
Although I was trying to get my things out of my locker, I couldn't help but glance at them. Their conversation wasn't loud—I couldn't hear anything from here. But attention in the hallway was well divided. Some were staring at the star of the school, and the others were staring at the outcast of the school.
Fun stuff.
My locker hid the world from me quite well. I considered it a sanctuary of some kind—a narrow metal shielding me from the rest of these nosy kids. Even though I felt horrible about what they were doing, a part of me was curious. What did they know? That was the question I needed the answer to, and there was no one there to give it to me.
