CRYSTALLUM (The Primordial Principles Book 1) by Laney McMann Page B
Authors: Laney McMann
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them all. Three hundred bucks."
"It was twenty tickets." Lindsey veered toward the sliver of a space Giselle had pointed to when they first pulled in. "And I had to help pay for them." She squeezed into the space that was way too small for her four-door Jetta.
"Told you we'd fit." Giselle unsnapped her seat belt.
"This isn't fitting, G, it's desperational squeezing. Watch the doors when you get out."
Giselle rolled her eyes. "That's not even a real word."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
The two of them reminded Kade of an old married couple.
Giselle tilted her body to the side to get out of the car. Afraid to even attempt to open the back door and hit the Honda CRV next to them, Kade hopped over the seat and exited out the front on Giselle's side.
"I'm gonna ruin my new boots," Giselle whined as the three of them huffed across the snow covered campus.
"I'll buy you new boots," Lindsey said, keeping pace with a much shorter Giselle. "Just... move a little faster." She shooed her along like cattle.
"I'm moving as fast as I can. Stop...pestering me." Giselle swatted at her.
"Pestering?"
The three of them rushed up the staircase near the main office toward the second floor, and down a mostly empty, and very plain, hallway. Lindsey ran past as Kade and Giselle slid into American History.
"Pestering?" Lindsey yelled from the hallway. Kade laughed. Maybe her new friends were better than she'd given them credit for.
"That was close,” Mr. Robbins said. Kade remembered him from her brief orientation. She sat next to Giselle, out of breath, and her gaze drifted around the class and landed on the guy sitting one seat back.
Cole.
Legs stretched out, ankles crossed, his eyes were focused on the cell phone in his hand. A white bandage wrapped his upper arm, and a red cut stretched over his right eye. Two butterfly bandages were secured to his golden skin. The dark blue material of his T-shirt pulled tight across his defined chest and biceps, and even looking down, his eyes reflected the light. He was more beautiful than he'd been at Crystalline.
"You're staring at me." Cole's gaze lifted and connected with hers. His eyes were a multitude of grays and blues that shifted with every blink. Like a kaleidoscope. The edge of his lip tugged upward, showing all straight, white teeth except for the second one from the front. It was slightly crooked in an adorable way. His cheeks reddened slightly and he leaned forward in his desk. "You're still doing it. Staring."
Giselle kicked Kade with the side of her foot, causing her to blink, and finally register that she was staring.
"Yeah, um...sorry." Kade's face heated at the memory of him pinning her against the wall. Straightening, she faced the whiteboard.
A tap on her shoulder had her turning back.
"I'm Cole," he said in a formal way, as if she didn't already know that. "I never got a chance to tell you that on Saturday night between the tackling and you laying on top of me." He smirked, inclining his head, brown hair falling across his eyes.
Kade pictured him on top of her and lost her train of thought.
"Sorry I was a little...standoffish on the sidewalk afterward," he said after she didn't say anything.
"That's okay. I mean, I did knock you down." She grinned.
"True. So, we never got properly introduced," he prodded. "It's Kadence?" The arrogance she'd noticed before came through his tone, and she wondered if he was one those guys who always got whatever he wanted. Whoever . Whenever.
"Kade." Her voice cracked. "It's...I'm Kade."
"It's nice to meet you formally. Out in the light of day." Cole gestured toward the cloudy sky through the classroom windows.
"You, too. Um...are you...okay?" It probably wasn't the right thing to say, but he seemed pretty beat up with his arm all bandaged. "I mean, you look kind of..." She gestured toward the cut over his eye, and couldn't help but wonder if Alex and Kyle had caught up to him on Saturday night. It made sense.
"I'm okay." His
"It was twenty tickets." Lindsey veered toward the sliver of a space Giselle had pointed to when they first pulled in. "And I had to help pay for them." She squeezed into the space that was way too small for her four-door Jetta.
"Told you we'd fit." Giselle unsnapped her seat belt.
"This isn't fitting, G, it's desperational squeezing. Watch the doors when you get out."
Giselle rolled her eyes. "That's not even a real word."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
The two of them reminded Kade of an old married couple.
Giselle tilted her body to the side to get out of the car. Afraid to even attempt to open the back door and hit the Honda CRV next to them, Kade hopped over the seat and exited out the front on Giselle's side.
"I'm gonna ruin my new boots," Giselle whined as the three of them huffed across the snow covered campus.
"I'll buy you new boots," Lindsey said, keeping pace with a much shorter Giselle. "Just... move a little faster." She shooed her along like cattle.
"I'm moving as fast as I can. Stop...pestering me." Giselle swatted at her.
"Pestering?"
The three of them rushed up the staircase near the main office toward the second floor, and down a mostly empty, and very plain, hallway. Lindsey ran past as Kade and Giselle slid into American History.
"Pestering?" Lindsey yelled from the hallway. Kade laughed. Maybe her new friends were better than she'd given them credit for.
"That was close,” Mr. Robbins said. Kade remembered him from her brief orientation. She sat next to Giselle, out of breath, and her gaze drifted around the class and landed on the guy sitting one seat back.
Cole.
Legs stretched out, ankles crossed, his eyes were focused on the cell phone in his hand. A white bandage wrapped his upper arm, and a red cut stretched over his right eye. Two butterfly bandages were secured to his golden skin. The dark blue material of his T-shirt pulled tight across his defined chest and biceps, and even looking down, his eyes reflected the light. He was more beautiful than he'd been at Crystalline.
"You're staring at me." Cole's gaze lifted and connected with hers. His eyes were a multitude of grays and blues that shifted with every blink. Like a kaleidoscope. The edge of his lip tugged upward, showing all straight, white teeth except for the second one from the front. It was slightly crooked in an adorable way. His cheeks reddened slightly and he leaned forward in his desk. "You're still doing it. Staring."
Giselle kicked Kade with the side of her foot, causing her to blink, and finally register that she was staring.
"Yeah, um...sorry." Kade's face heated at the memory of him pinning her against the wall. Straightening, she faced the whiteboard.
A tap on her shoulder had her turning back.
"I'm Cole," he said in a formal way, as if she didn't already know that. "I never got a chance to tell you that on Saturday night between the tackling and you laying on top of me." He smirked, inclining his head, brown hair falling across his eyes.
Kade pictured him on top of her and lost her train of thought.
"Sorry I was a little...standoffish on the sidewalk afterward," he said after she didn't say anything.
"That's okay. I mean, I did knock you down." She grinned.
"True. So, we never got properly introduced," he prodded. "It's Kadence?" The arrogance she'd noticed before came through his tone, and she wondered if he was one those guys who always got whatever he wanted. Whoever . Whenever.
"Kade." Her voice cracked. "It's...I'm Kade."
"It's nice to meet you formally. Out in the light of day." Cole gestured toward the cloudy sky through the classroom windows.
"You, too. Um...are you...okay?" It probably wasn't the right thing to say, but he seemed pretty beat up with his arm all bandaged. "I mean, you look kind of..." She gestured toward the cut over his eye, and couldn't help but wonder if Alex and Kyle had caught up to him on Saturday night. It made sense.
"I'm okay." His
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