Rion Turner transfers from her fifth school this year to Kent High only to be sent to detention on her first day. Although, I'd say that's probably the least of her worries ..
I wake up to find Diesel, basically sleeping on my hip with his legs spread across the other end of the couch. Carefully, removing myself from under him, I manage to get up from the couch. I take his jacket and put it on because I was cold. It was extremely quiet throughout the whole building and that made me nervous. Exiting the room, I begin walking down the hall, taking a peek into each room until I find the blonde and her boyfriend asleep/cuddling on a couch in the main office.
"Not a fan of cuddling?" The brunette girl appears by my side.
"Not a fan of having to watch 'em do it." I tell her.
"Not a fan of public cuddling." She chuckles.
"Puddling?" I say.
She raises an eyebrow, "Puddling?"
"Publing?" I correct myself as we both try and hold in our laughter.
"Natalie." She holds out her hand.
I smile and shake it. "Rion."
"So I'm guessing no boyfriend?" She asks.
"Not anymore." I sigh.
Nick the dick—who cheated on me with every girl in our town even my best friend.
"Was he at the plant?" She asks.
"No. He lives in Chicago." I clear my throat. "We broke up a couple weeks ago—before I moved here."
"Oh, sorry. Yeah, distance is tough." She says.
"I'm not sorry though." I say, straightforwardly.
"He must have done something awful." She suggests.
"Which time?" I ask.
She squints her eyes a bit,"You don't strike me as someone who puts up with a lot. So are you with somebody now?"
"Not really." I say, unsure, although I would like to be.
She reads that. "You're not sure?"
"I'm sure that I don't have a regular boyfriend." I say.
She nods, "Hmm. Well, you're better off."
"Well, I mean--I have my eyes on someone at the moment. " I smile.
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"Ooo—wait, isn't that Diesel's jacket ? And when you say someone at the moment. Is it someone here?"
"Uh—"
"Please don't say it's Barrett because I saw you two talking by the shelves in the shelter--"
"No, hell no. I'm not attracted to guys with the "I'm superior, I'm better than you," attitude." I smile, pulling his jacket more onto me. "It's Diesel."
