Prologue
My hazel eyes blinked, struggling to focus on the words echoing out of the mouth of a rather chunky man with very little hair, standing just a few yards away. I attempted to fix my mind on the teacher's lesson, but it was a dull lesson, after all. How was I supposed to pay attention? It didn't help that my seat partner kept up a whispered river of flirty comments, which somehow seemed louder than the teacher's words on "archaebacteria's ability to survive extremely harsh conditions." Ugh. I hate science.
The boy winked as he muttered, "Will you go out with me, Kayla?"
I shook my head, not meeting his eyes, trying once more to ignore these comments. My seat partner, Ethan, grinned a cheeky yet somehow, charming, grin. I blushed, but not for the reason some may think. It was hard to ignore the charismatic words of this guy. He didn't really mean it, when he asked me out, and if I'd said yes he would've laughed. And how did I know he didn't mean it?
Simple. Ethan was one of the most popular boys in the school. He was already dating about five different popular girls. I was a dork, a dork with hazel eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. I wore a silver chain with a little sterling leaf. I was shy, all too smart, and not exactly what you'd call "pretty." In an effort to keep from drawing attention to myself, I never wore makeup.
Yet still he flirted. And maybe there was a time when I would've unquestioningly accepted his charms, assuming he actually liked me, and then the blush would've been genuine. But this was not then; and so I had to ask: what were his motives?
I'm not exactly a trusting person, if I must be honest.
>End of Prologue<
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