look up from his sketch book as his pencil glides over the paper. Fine, I can ignore him too. I sit down, my knee brushing against his. A shiver runs through me, and I jerk away. With my legs properly under the table and secure from any more accidental knee bumping, I try again.
“Hi, what are you working on?” I peek over his shoulder to try to see, but he turns and blocks my view.
I’m invisible to him. I want to get his attention, but how? How would Liv get guys to fawn over her? I’ve seen boys do her bidding with a sway of her curvy hips or a flutter of her long lashes. I, however, was cursed with the height of a troll doll and the body of a twelve-year-old boy. I am never going to get his attention by flipping my mousy brown hair. Besides, I will probably do it wrong and just look like I am suffering from a seizure.
Whatever, if he doesn’t want to talk to me, then I don’t want to talk to him. I pull out my notebook. I’m still having trouble developing the main male character. So far, he is a hot, sexy zombie, but I can’t seem to give him a face. Each time I write one, it’s wrong. I know that he is tall, dark, and handsome, but he needs something more.
Tapping my pen, I glance over at Jaxson and realize he would make the perfect zombie. His skin is pale white, a stark contrast to his raven hair and indiscriminate piercings. Two silver studs sit on his bottom lip, a barbell is nestled in one of his dark eyebrows, three black earrings of various sizes travel up his left ear, and another barbell runs from the slightly pointed tip of his ear to the middle.
I scan the rest of him, searching for traits I can write into my zombie. His wrist is cuffed in black ink, and the sharp edges of a snowflake tattoo pierces his pale skin. I sit up straight, my interest piqued. He is not old enough to get a tattoo, but there it is, as alarming as he is.
“Stare much?” Juliet snarls as she passes by the table, making me jump and knock my notebook to the ground. Great. All I need is for her to see me looking at Jaxson like a stalker. I reach down to grab my book, but before I can touch the ground, he holds my tattered notebook up for me.
Jaxson locks eyes with me, and his stare is so intense that it sends a small shiver down my spine. I try to look away, but once again, I can’t. There is something unforgiving in the way he is looking at me. I squirm under his scrutiny. There is something dark and threatening that darts behind his eyes.
“Thanks.”
He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me.
“I’m a klutz,” I mutter nervously, trying to take my book back.
He holds on tight—still not speaking, just staring. Cold shivers run down my spine, and my heart is beating so wildly that it feels like it’s about to pound right out of my chest. Finally, he lets go and turns back to his work.
Holy crow! That is the most intense thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t know what to make of it. I feel strange like I am just waking up from a dream. He is so drastically different from anyone I have ever met, even from his brother. They are as opposite as the sun and the moon, fire and ice, day and night.
“Your turn, Eden,” Ms. Heart says, obviously agitated.
I look up at her blinking.
“Today, Eden!” she snaps when I don’t react fast enough.
Apparently, I’m supposed to do something, but what that is, I’m not exactly sure. I stare at her, trying to get my bearings. I steal a look at Jaxson, who is still working on his sketch like nothing weird just happened between us.
“Huh?”
She pulls the edges of her orange sweater tight around her middle. “Go collect your supplies,” she says shortly.
“Now?” I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk because my legs feel like Jell-O.
Snickers from Juliet’s table float in my direction.
“Yes, now! Eden, stop irritating me and go get your supplies.”
I crane my neck to see what Juliet has gathered, but her big butt is blocking my view. I will
“Hi, what are you working on?” I peek over his shoulder to try to see, but he turns and blocks my view.
I’m invisible to him. I want to get his attention, but how? How would Liv get guys to fawn over her? I’ve seen boys do her bidding with a sway of her curvy hips or a flutter of her long lashes. I, however, was cursed with the height of a troll doll and the body of a twelve-year-old boy. I am never going to get his attention by flipping my mousy brown hair. Besides, I will probably do it wrong and just look like I am suffering from a seizure.
Whatever, if he doesn’t want to talk to me, then I don’t want to talk to him. I pull out my notebook. I’m still having trouble developing the main male character. So far, he is a hot, sexy zombie, but I can’t seem to give him a face. Each time I write one, it’s wrong. I know that he is tall, dark, and handsome, but he needs something more.
Tapping my pen, I glance over at Jaxson and realize he would make the perfect zombie. His skin is pale white, a stark contrast to his raven hair and indiscriminate piercings. Two silver studs sit on his bottom lip, a barbell is nestled in one of his dark eyebrows, three black earrings of various sizes travel up his left ear, and another barbell runs from the slightly pointed tip of his ear to the middle.
I scan the rest of him, searching for traits I can write into my zombie. His wrist is cuffed in black ink, and the sharp edges of a snowflake tattoo pierces his pale skin. I sit up straight, my interest piqued. He is not old enough to get a tattoo, but there it is, as alarming as he is.
“Stare much?” Juliet snarls as she passes by the table, making me jump and knock my notebook to the ground. Great. All I need is for her to see me looking at Jaxson like a stalker. I reach down to grab my book, but before I can touch the ground, he holds my tattered notebook up for me.
Jaxson locks eyes with me, and his stare is so intense that it sends a small shiver down my spine. I try to look away, but once again, I can’t. There is something unforgiving in the way he is looking at me. I squirm under his scrutiny. There is something dark and threatening that darts behind his eyes.
“Thanks.”
He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me.
“I’m a klutz,” I mutter nervously, trying to take my book back.
He holds on tight—still not speaking, just staring. Cold shivers run down my spine, and my heart is beating so wildly that it feels like it’s about to pound right out of my chest. Finally, he lets go and turns back to his work.
Holy crow! That is the most intense thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t know what to make of it. I feel strange like I am just waking up from a dream. He is so drastically different from anyone I have ever met, even from his brother. They are as opposite as the sun and the moon, fire and ice, day and night.
“Your turn, Eden,” Ms. Heart says, obviously agitated.
I look up at her blinking.
“Today, Eden!” she snaps when I don’t react fast enough.
Apparently, I’m supposed to do something, but what that is, I’m not exactly sure. I stare at her, trying to get my bearings. I steal a look at Jaxson, who is still working on his sketch like nothing weird just happened between us.
“Huh?”
She pulls the edges of her orange sweater tight around her middle. “Go collect your supplies,” she says shortly.
“Now?” I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk because my legs feel like Jell-O.
Snickers from Juliet’s table float in my direction.
“Yes, now! Eden, stop irritating me and go get your supplies.”
I crane my neck to see what Juliet has gathered, but her big butt is blocking my view. I will
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