Archie ||
It's her.
I was sure it was.
The same girl from the nightclub two days ago. The one with friends the hot chick Jordan bagged that night. I'd wanted to score her and I would have, too, except I didn't get what that girl's problem was, she seemed to see right through me and had a blank stare perched on her face the entire time I talked, hinting at the way the disco lights made her green eyes sparkle like stars, and worked some awesome pickup lines into the conversation, and just as I was sure she would was going to say something, she thanked me for the unsolicited company and walked away.
From me. Archer. Freaking. Huxley-Gordon.
The guys teased me mercilessly the rest of the weekend, howling in laughter as Davian added another tally in Jordan's column and cut one from mine. That was the rule, if a game walked away from you, you had to compensate by sacrificing a previous mark.
I was the one that came up with it but I was still sore about that, and even though I went home with Ashley that night, a pretty cheerleader with curves to kill for, and she kept screaming my name and chanting "don't stop, don't stop" in my ears I kept thinking of that strange girl and how stunning her olive skin looked against the starkness of her lily white dress. And how desperately I wanted to know everything hidden beneath that scarlet Mardi Gras mask.
I got her, obviously. Information comes easy when you have connections the likes of I do. But I never saw her again. Until today.
Harrington Prep's finest charity work. Student council treasurer and event planner extraordinaire. Media team editor and in line for the valedictorian title right behind Davian Miller.
Even the north pole was warmer compared to her.
Rune Stailos-McCallan.
Double surname, just like me. I liked that about her. But I liked my rep even more so I hoped beyond hope that none of the boys would recognise her as they looked about the café, admiring the decor or hot chicks, I wasn't sure.
"Hey, isn't that..." It's Bear who tilted her head first, a flash of recognition crossing her molten grey eyes that had me ducking behind a tacky menu card and muttering profanities under my breath, as Jordan listlessly leaned back in his chair to follow her gaze up to Rune and another older, decidedly cute brunette working behind the counter.
"Ooh," Jordan hoots. "Fairy Lights."
"That's the senior chick who totally cold shouldered Arch at Julian's Renaissance party last week, isn't it, J?" Bear chuckled, her deep laugh a melody to my ears.
Davian, always engrossed in a book wherever he went, looked up for a brief moment to crack a smile. "Fairy who?"
"Remember the one with the goose feathers in her hair, Day?" He nodded. Encouraged, Bear gestured round her head with a long, manicured finger. "Eyes ike she was dead inside? Actual fairy lights hanging off the hem of her dress?"
"God, the amount of unnecessary details you store in that head of yours..." Day trailed off snorting, and returned his attention back to his book. Bear beamed in return and Jordan rolled his eyes upward before settling his gaze back on the two girls.
"She's a cold ****, not gonna lie, but..." Jordan mumbled under his breath, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Just look at 'em legs."
"Don't be mean, J." Bear threw a piece of her Belgian waffle at Jordan's empty head.
"Yeah, keep it in your pants, J," I coughed. My hand reflexively flexed around the coffee cup held between my fingers, my molars grinding together.
Jordan spared me a curious look. "Why?"
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Archer's Rune
Romansa"One night. With me." His voice was a velvety purr against my collarbone, his lips grazing the skin over my blouse. "Name your price." My fingers curled around his hair, pulling hard. "For one night?" He winced slightly, his lips curling up into th...
