Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
I glance toward the home ec building, then say, “It’s nothing. Just Robert and his friends.” I take a step away from him. “I have to go, or I’ll be late. See you around.”
“I’ll see you in biology,” Ryan murmurs, his eyes not leaving me as I start to walk away.
When I reach the classroom, I glance back toward the main entrance and see Ryan’s still staring at me. I try to act casual but then notice many of the girls are watching the interaction between him and me.
Yup, Ryan’s talking to me. Eat your hearts out, girls.
Chapter 3
Jane / Alchera
I’ve hardly taken a seat when Molly sits down next to me.
I roll my eyes, knowing what’s coming. “First, you sit in front of me, and now you’re sitting next to me. Big step for you, Molly. Aren’t you scared of what your friends might think?”
“They’ll get over it.” She’s almost sitting on my damn lap. “Spill it.”
I shake my head and can’t help but smile at her eagerness to find out what happened between Ryan and me.
“He just said hello. You’re the popular one. Why don’t you go talk to him yourself?”
She stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Firstly, a girl does not approach a guy. It would make me look desperate. Out of everyone in the school, you’re the only one he’s given any attention to. He apparently snubbed Robert’s invite to hang with them.”
So it wasn’t an act? Ryan really wants to be friends with me.
Holy shit.
I’m stunned by this piece of information but manage to hide my reaction from Molly.
I grin at her. “Looks like he has brains and taste.”
Molly falls for my act and doesn’t see how her news has thrown me for a loop.
“Ugh, you’re no help,” she snaps at me.
Getting up, she returns to her loyal followers, who are eagerly waiting to hear what she could find out about Ryan.
During class, I can’t stop thinking about what Molly said and the fact that the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on wants to hang out with me.
The bell rings, and when I walk to my next class, I feel all the students staring at me.
Geez, it’s going to take a while before they find something new to focus on.
When I walk into biology, Ryan’s sitting at our desk, drumming his fingers impatiently on the wood, but the moment he lays eyes on me, he visibly relaxes.
Now I feel like shit. Maybe he struggles to make friends like I do.
As I get close, he gets up and pulls out my chair. I stop dead in my tracks, flabbergasted by the chivalrous gesture.
Holy crap, not only is he hot, but he’s also a gentleman.
Wait. Am I still asleep and dreaming?
That would suck ass.
I almost pinch myself but suppress the urge before moving to my seat while murmuring, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he says and sits down again.
I let out a slow breath, and when I glance at Molly, it’s to see her and every other girl in class staring at us in complete and utter confusion.
Yeah, me and them both.
I don’t have a damn clue what’s going on and why Ryan’s showing an interest in me. From my experience, the good-looking guys are usually shallow and arrogant, but that doesn’t seem to be the case where Ryan’s concerned.
Mr. Clayton starts handing out pamphlets on dissecting frogs, which we’ll be doing the next day.
Note to self. Ditch Bio tomorrow.
I feel people peeking at us throughout the lesson, and it’s beginning to work on my nerves.
As we move from one class to the next, I can hear everyone whispering, and it doesn’t help that Ryan sticks close to me.
When the bell rings for lunch, I let out a sigh of relief, and while I gather my stuff, Ryan asks, “Can I hang out with you during lunch?”
My gaze darts to his face, and when I see he’s smiling at me, it does funny things to my insides, especially in the region of my stomach where a kaleidoscope of butterflies is fluttering like crazy.
I swallow hard before whispering, “Sure.”
“After you.” He moves back so I can walk first.
Which fairytale did this guy escape from?
Heading in the direction of the cafeteria, I’m overly aware of Ryan right beside me, and it’s super overwhelming.
Entering the cafeteria that’s already buzzing with students, I point at the food section. “I don’t like the food here, but do you want to grab something to eat?”
He shakes his head. “I’m good.”
I nod toward the exit. “I like sitting outside. It’s not crowded out there.”
Ryan follows me out the door, and when we get to my little corner, he says, “It’s a nice day.”
“Yeah, it’s not too cold.”
“Thanks for letting me hang with you,” he murmurs, his deep tone doing things to my heart.
When I sit down, he takes the spot beside me instead of the seat across from me.