"Hey, darling," Trevor said, rufffling my hair.
I shot him a look, surprised he was speaking to me in school--which was a public place. "What. Do. You. Want?" I growled moodily. My probaation officer had called me late last night, not used to the time change, to check up on me. And kept me up for thirty minutes. Then I went through nightmate after nightmare and didn't sleep. Plus, Mother Nature had paid me a visit She deamed much needed. I, on the other hand, thought her visit was too soon.
He made a face. "Ouch," he muttered, pretending to be hurt. "I have a friend that wants to meet you."
"I'm in no mood to meet your 'friend'," I muttered, stomping away. It was proabably some blonde bibmo who wanted my brother's McLovin'.
I eased through the crowd, coming across Ky. who I think spoke to me, but I wasn't sure because I was mad at being mad.
Somebody's hand touched my shoulder. I clenched my fist, narrowing my eyes to turn around and swing, but it was somebody so sexy, I could've sat there for days, just watching him. His thick forearms were amazing, his brown eyes beautiful, his spiky black hair perfect. His eyes framed by thick eyelashes.
"My God," I breathed, eyes widening with shock. "Oh sweet Jesus." I swept my eyes over him. Standard Cali-boy attire for this school: surfer boy shorts, muscle shirt, flip-flops. Showing off all those great abs. AMAZING. "Hey."
He chuckled. "Hello. I'm Ryan Addams," he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake. An electric sizzle went through me, shocking me.
Then I heard Trevor say, "That's my friend."
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Who Said Dorky Isn't the Way to Go?
Teen FictionWhen Peyson Carrie Carmicheal is uprooted from her beloved New Orleans home, she knows she won't make it in California. Especially when her adopted brother, Trevor, starts to fit in, and his new friend, Ky, starts to hit on her. And then she starts...
