I’m-going-to-tell-everyone-I-don’t-like-Cabe-Evans-even-though-I-do.”
“I don’t,” I say, as I follow her toward Math class.
As we walk down the hallway, I spot the boy that laughed at me in the cafeteria on my first day. He’s leaning into the wall with one hand around the back of a girl’s head, while the other hand seems to be freely wandering over her chest. I can’t stop myself from staring at them.
“That’s Riley Morgan,” Charlotte informs me.
“You know him?” I ask.
Charlotte shrugs and nods at the same time. “Yeah, I know Riley.”
The way she says it makes me think there’s something about him that she’s not telling me, but I don’t feel like I can ask her about it. Not yet anyway. “Is he Cabe’s best friend?”
She nods. “Yeah, but I’ll never understand why.”
“How come?”
“Well,” she sighs, “Cabe is Cabe. He’s not exactly quiet, but he’s quiet compared to Riley. Cabe is really smart, polite, and can sometimes be helpful and kind. I’ve never seen him with a girl, like I’ve already said, but Riley is the complete opposite of all that. He’s rude, annoying, loud, mean, and he’s pretty much slept with every girl in our year and is slowly making his way through the year above.”
I quickly glance at him again and his mane of black hair that seems to stick out from his head in every direction. He’s attractive, in a wrestler sort of way. I can see why girls are attracted to him though. They seem to like the good-looking, overly-confident, and cocky guys. Even when they’re the ones who are likely to break their hearts.
Cabe
I follow her as she moves towards the table that Cora and Hannah are sitting at. She’s wearing a tight-fitting, short dress that clings to her curves, leaving nothing to my imagination. It finishes in the middle of her thigh, but her thick black tights mean there’s nothing else to see.
“You’ve been watching her all morning,” whispers Riley at the side of me.
I quickly avert my eyes and shake my head. “I haven’t.”
“You have.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Is it me,” he says, “or does she seem a bit weird to you?”
I glance at her once more and notice how her face does all the right things. She smiles when the rest of them are laughing and she nods when someone asks her a question, but she doesn’t really look as if she’s enjoying herself. I think back to the night I saw her crying in the cemetery and wonder what secrets she has that make her look as if she’s too scared to speak for fear of spilling them.
“She seems a little…withdrawn,” I say. It’s the only word I can use to describe her. Even when she’s talking to me or acting all annoyed because I nearly ran over her foot, she still doesn’t seem like she’s fully there. And what was that comment she made about not going to parties? It seemed so much more than her just not liking them or even been allowed to go to them. “Charlotte was asking her about the party on Friday when we were swimming the other day, and she just sort of said she doesn’t do parties. No explanation, no excuse. Nothing.”
“How am I supposed to nail her if she doesn’t go to parties?”
I laugh. “Do your charms only work on them if they’re drunk?”
“Hell no,” he laughs. “I’m just gonna have to be careful. She seems like the serious type.”
I don’t think Riley has a cat in hell’s chance with her. Something tells me that Roisin isn’t the sort of girl that likes attention. Riley’s usual wham-bam approach definitely won’t work with her.
“What do you make of that bruise on her face?” he asks , leaning back in his chair.
I shrug my shoulders. “She claims she fell on the kitchen floor.”
Riley shakes his head. “You and I both know that’s bullshit, right?”
I nod. “Complete bullshit.”
“Maybe she’s got a boyfriend and he likes it a little rough in the bedroom?”
I glance at her again. I hadn’t for a
“I don’t,” I say, as I follow her toward Math class.
As we walk down the hallway, I spot the boy that laughed at me in the cafeteria on my first day. He’s leaning into the wall with one hand around the back of a girl’s head, while the other hand seems to be freely wandering over her chest. I can’t stop myself from staring at them.
“That’s Riley Morgan,” Charlotte informs me.
“You know him?” I ask.
Charlotte shrugs and nods at the same time. “Yeah, I know Riley.”
The way she says it makes me think there’s something about him that she’s not telling me, but I don’t feel like I can ask her about it. Not yet anyway. “Is he Cabe’s best friend?”
She nods. “Yeah, but I’ll never understand why.”
“How come?”
“Well,” she sighs, “Cabe is Cabe. He’s not exactly quiet, but he’s quiet compared to Riley. Cabe is really smart, polite, and can sometimes be helpful and kind. I’ve never seen him with a girl, like I’ve already said, but Riley is the complete opposite of all that. He’s rude, annoying, loud, mean, and he’s pretty much slept with every girl in our year and is slowly making his way through the year above.”
I quickly glance at him again and his mane of black hair that seems to stick out from his head in every direction. He’s attractive, in a wrestler sort of way. I can see why girls are attracted to him though. They seem to like the good-looking, overly-confident, and cocky guys. Even when they’re the ones who are likely to break their hearts.
Cabe
I follow her as she moves towards the table that Cora and Hannah are sitting at. She’s wearing a tight-fitting, short dress that clings to her curves, leaving nothing to my imagination. It finishes in the middle of her thigh, but her thick black tights mean there’s nothing else to see.
“You’ve been watching her all morning,” whispers Riley at the side of me.
I quickly avert my eyes and shake my head. “I haven’t.”
“You have.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Is it me,” he says, “or does she seem a bit weird to you?”
I glance at her once more and notice how her face does all the right things. She smiles when the rest of them are laughing and she nods when someone asks her a question, but she doesn’t really look as if she’s enjoying herself. I think back to the night I saw her crying in the cemetery and wonder what secrets she has that make her look as if she’s too scared to speak for fear of spilling them.
“She seems a little…withdrawn,” I say. It’s the only word I can use to describe her. Even when she’s talking to me or acting all annoyed because I nearly ran over her foot, she still doesn’t seem like she’s fully there. And what was that comment she made about not going to parties? It seemed so much more than her just not liking them or even been allowed to go to them. “Charlotte was asking her about the party on Friday when we were swimming the other day, and she just sort of said she doesn’t do parties. No explanation, no excuse. Nothing.”
“How am I supposed to nail her if she doesn’t go to parties?”
I laugh. “Do your charms only work on them if they’re drunk?”
“Hell no,” he laughs. “I’m just gonna have to be careful. She seems like the serious type.”
I don’t think Riley has a cat in hell’s chance with her. Something tells me that Roisin isn’t the sort of girl that likes attention. Riley’s usual wham-bam approach definitely won’t work with her.
“What do you make of that bruise on her face?” he asks , leaning back in his chair.
I shrug my shoulders. “She claims she fell on the kitchen floor.”
Riley shakes his head. “You and I both know that’s bullshit, right?”
I nod. “Complete bullshit.”
“Maybe she’s got a boyfriend and he likes it a little rough in the bedroom?”
I glance at her again. I hadn’t for a
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