Okay, so, I'll let you in on a 'not-so-secret' secret.
Bryce Atkins is the kind of girl that can make you laugh, or make you cry (never me, of course). She'll either draw you in, or push you away (always the latter, in my case). To most people, she's a riot, nothing but fun...but, get on her bad side and she'll enjoy nothing more than annoying the hell out of you, every day, for the next 7 years.
I got on her bad side years ago-I'm talkin' elementary school. Now we're going into our senior year of highschool, and still at each other's throats. It doesn't help that I live next door to her.
Anyway, this isn't the story about how two idiots went from hating each other, to love or some crap like that. Pffft, like I could ever fall for Bryce, with her messy blonde hair, surfer babe body, fiesty attitude, and brown doe eyes...
*clears throat* Nope, this is about how a stupid hurricane decided to unleash its wrath on our Floridian town and ends up trapping me, my best friends, a very small percetage of our town's population, and Bryce Atkins inside our school to wait out the storm.
A little rain, some heavy winds...I didn't think it'd be that bad...
...until someone started killing people.
Now, I would love nothing more than to tell you this tale myself, but the monster of a woman I described to you earlier? Yeah, she decided she wanted to tell it. I'd argue with her, but...then I might get a colony of fire ants in my underwear drawer again.
Good luck not wanting to choke her out, though. I know it's hard for me to leave her in one piece.
Sincerely,
The hot guy in your dreams
A.K.A, Matty Ellington
P.S. Don't tell Bryce I sent you this letter. She'd cut my balls off before they've really had a chance to live. Thanks.
"You had no right to do that," I snap, trying my best to out walk him.
His chuckle was loud behind me and his hand griped on my forearm, stopping me. Something about his warmth gave me chills all over my body.
Something I don't think I ever wanted in the first place.
Especially from him and especially now.
"Yes I did, and I still do." His hard grip around my arm loosened, and snaked up to lock his fingers through my hair.
Oh Momma, what is happening?
Being this close to him has been happening way too often for normal. Still, I couldn't break away from this close contact, I was frozen, shocked.
"What makes you think that?"
My question hit him with humor, and instead of fully responding, he leans his face closer to mine. The smirk on his face stayed once he noticed the affect he had on me.
"Because," he whispers out pressing our bodies together.
"I'm your Secret Santa," he licks his lips as if he's hungry, then continues, "I can give you anything I want to give you."
His free arm wraps around my waist, and he lifts me up during the action before pressing our lips together.
The main character is Kimberly. She's an accident prone person who wants nothing but to enjoy her winter. Her friends want the best for her after a terrible break up they witnessed. Every year they all hold the traditional Secret Santa.
Somebody from the group believes that they are what Kimberly needs. This is about Kimberly and her crazy winter story about her not so Secret Santa.