Chapter 3

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I'm trying my hardest to read my book as I sit in my bedroom, the door locked, but I just can't because this afternoon when I was walking home I finally learned all of the names of the boys that I see every day.

I had climbed up the stairs my hands clutching the straps of my back pack when Owen (the red head) noticed me. He nudged my crush and he smiled.

Sadly, he's the only one that I still don't know his name.

Colby, the blonde one, dragged the net across the way to let me through like every other time I showed up. He smiled sweetly as I made my way through the fence. I grazed a look at my crush, hoping for any sign of happiness, and what I saw was more than happiness.

Then I turned my head to spot Elliot, winking at me like he always does and this time, I couldn't help but laugh.

This time, before I got far too quickly, they all stopped me to introduce themselves.

"Since we know your name, Elina, it's only fair that we give you our names." Elliot had announced, licking his lips.

I stopped and starred at the four boys who stood in one straight line facing me, all with smiles on their faces.

"I'm Owen." The red head started off. I nodded and smiled.

"I'm Elliot."

"And I'm Colby." I heard more British in his voice than usual, which just raised my hypothesis that he is in fact a descendant of Britain.

I'll have to find out somehow.

The only thing and the only reason why I can't concentrate on my book, is the fact that the brown haired god, never told me his name. I thought about why, thinking maybe it was because he didn't want to give me his name, keep it a mystery. Then I thought about how much I love mysteries and then it hit me.

He did tell me his name. He told it to me the day he asked me for mine, but I drowned it out because I love mysteries.

I slap the book shut and I hurl it across my bed, letting it land on my bed, and then sliding off the edge, and falling on the hard wood floor below my bed.

I'll find out his name, soon. I need to know what it is.

"Elina! Dinner is ready!" I hear my brother yell. I look towards my door, shocked. I stand up slowly, afraid that maybe he's playing a prank on me, but then I realize, that my brother has never pulled pranks on me. I twist the doorknob and look down the stairs.

He's at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with an annoyed expression.

"What the hell are you waiting for ?" He asks. He waves me down, so I turn my light off in my room and I hurry down the stairs.

I take a seat at my usual spot at the dinner table, and there I find a plate of barbecued steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. There's a boat of gravy in the center of the table and I reach for it, but my dad grabs it before I can get a grip on it.

"So Elina how was school ?" My mother asks, as she cuts her steak. She pierces the part that she finished slicing and stuffs it in her mouth.

"It was good." I say, still unsure of what is happening.

First, my brother calls me down for dinner. They remembered that I was upstairs, and they remembered that I need to eat dinner. Then, my mother asks how my day was before jumping into the usual dinner conversation, which is normally a discussion about how much more committed Emmit needs to be if he wants to make the Varsity team next year.

Or, it could be anything else.... pretty much everything that doesn't involve me.

"Just good ?" She asks, after swallowing. She sprinkles some salt on her potatoes and I turn my head to look at my father, who is quietly eating next to me.

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