(CANCELLED) Secrets Of The Father

3

Ophelia

I usually sit alone at lunch. It's not like I don't have friends or anything. It's because I'd rather read than entertain a conversation. Since the wind has let up, I decide to sit outside during lunch time and occupy one of the empty tables. I prop my feet up on the bench as I turn to the marked page in my book.

"The wife finds out about the affair and kills the husband," a deep voice says from above me. I place the book down in my lap and I sit up immediately.

Before I can get onto the stranger that completely spoiled my book, his appearance makes me swallow my words. The deep voice belongs to a pretty tall, tan, and attractive guy. It's kind of hard to be mad at him. His tight  long sleeve shirt emphasizes his biceps. He definitely works out. He's got curly hair that's pulled back into some kind of bun at the base of his neck. I can tell by his feature that he's biracial. I've seen him around school. He's usually with people who you'd classify as cool. What would he know about a romance novel?

"Well, thanks for telling me that when I only had a chapter left." I sit up to place the book on the table.

The stranger takes it upon himself to take a seat next to me. I can literally feel the testosterone and male ego radiating off of him.

"Come on. That book was so predictable. You're telling me that you didn't see that coming?" He smiles. I've never seen teeth so white and perfect. Maybe this is just my teenage hormones going crazy.

Okay, maybe the book was a little predictable.

"Yeah, but still..."

The two of us look at one another for a quick second before we burst into a fit of laughter. He's got a cute laugh. It's manly and suits him.

"Ophelia, right?" He asks.

Wow.

"Yes. How do you know my name?" I ask shyly.

He presses a hand against his broad chest as if I hurt his feelings. I laugh at his sarcasm.

"We have zoology together. I sit right next to you."

How could I not have noticed? Now I feel terrible.

"I'm so sorry! I don't really pay attention to anyone in that class except the teacher."

"Ive noticed. You take like 10 pages worth of notice everyday in that class," he laughs.

He noticed?

"I'm J."

"Is that short for something?" I ask curiously. Maybe he meant Jay and not the actual letter J.

"I don't really like my real name that much," he admits.

"And I don't really like when people spoil my books but you did it anyway."

The guy looks at me as if I have a point. I can't get over how blue his eyes are. I can tell they aren't contacts. His dark lashes are making them so prominent.

"Jessie."

Really? Was that so hard?

"Awe. There's nothing wrong with that name."