relatives on the La Bella.”
“And he’s gorgeous,” one of the girls in front of me giggled.
“And he’s gorgeous, thank you Jane, that will be of great assistance to Ophelia with her project,” Mr. Meadows teased and Jane went bright red. “Right,” he continued, “let’s begin with today’s subject—the world at the beginning of the 20th century.”
The class groaned again.
After class, Peggy invited me to join her for lunch and we headed out into the common area. We sat under a huge tree in the shade.
“That’s Chayse Johann over there,” Peggy nodded towards a tall, handsome blond student surrounded by a group of good looking other students, and one girl in particular hanging of him. He had hair to his shoulders and was tanned and athletic.
Harry and Holly dropped down on the grass beside us.
“Who are we looking at?” Holly asked.
“Chayse Johann,” Peggy said. “You know, Mr. Meadows said Ophelia should chat to him for her shipwreck project.”
“I’d talk to him if I could,” Holly said, “but I can’t speak in his presence. I get tongue-tied.”
“So he’s tall, sporty, blond and rich,” Harry shrugged. “Big deal.”
“Yeah big deal,” Peggy said fluttering her eyelashes at Harry. Ah ha, Peggy likes Harry and Harry ... seems oblivious. I’ll have to work on that—yeah, fast worker ... here for a few days, I’ve got the locals sorted, met a guy on the beach and am matchmaking Peggy and Harry. Makes you wonder how they got by before I came, I kidded myself and then felt a wave of missing my best friend.
I heard a shrill laugh rise from Chayse’s group and we all looked over again. The girls in his pack were looking at him adoringly and one snuggled in closer to him—she was beautiful. I don’t think I’ll be asking Chayse Johann anything. I can’t imagine getting through the pack to even get close enough to spring a question on him.
“I’ve seen him around,” I said and pulled my skirt down as I stretched my legs out in front of me on the grass. “He was surfing yesterday afternoon and rode a wave all the way in. He said hi but gave Adam a bit of a shirty look.”
“Yeah no love lost there,” Harry said.
“Why?” I asked looking over at Chayse again.
“Long story,” Harry started before Holly interrupted him with gossip.
“That beautiful girl hanging off Chayse is his girlfriend, Imogen Harper ... she’s so full of herself. Why do beautiful girls always have to be full of themselves?” Holly sighed.
“Amber’s not,” Peggy said. “Neither is Alice.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Holly agreed.
“Neither are you three,” Harry said.
We all looked at him and smiled. Smooth, Harry. I didn’t know the girls they were talking about but I studied Imogen Harper, Chayse’s girlfriend. She was beautiful—a beach type with blond hair, super slim with a glowing, natural tan but she was bigger up top already than most of my class and the seniors. She had a body that probably looked great in a bikini.
“She suits Chayse,” I said, “they look good together, like Barbie and Ken.” I glanced down at my own white ‘city’ arms. “I look more like a vampire than a surf girl.”
“Vampires are in,” Harry assured me. Two compliments, sort of. Harry was going to win on charm if nothing else.
“You and Imogen have something in common—your names are both from Shakespeare plays,” Peggy said. “Dried apricot?” she offered the bag around and we all tried one.
“You’ll have to get by Imogen and her flock to get to Chayse,” Holly said, ignoring the literary connection. “She’s always with him, very territorial.”
“But she’s gorgeous,” I stated the obvious. “Surely she has guys after her too. She can’t be that insecure that she has to hang off him.”
Holly shrugged.
“Maybe he doesn’t make her feel secure,” Peggy offered with great wisdom. We all turned to look at her and she blushed. “That’s what happens in
“And he’s gorgeous,” one of the girls in front of me giggled.
“And he’s gorgeous, thank you Jane, that will be of great assistance to Ophelia with her project,” Mr. Meadows teased and Jane went bright red. “Right,” he continued, “let’s begin with today’s subject—the world at the beginning of the 20th century.”
The class groaned again.
After class, Peggy invited me to join her for lunch and we headed out into the common area. We sat under a huge tree in the shade.
“That’s Chayse Johann over there,” Peggy nodded towards a tall, handsome blond student surrounded by a group of good looking other students, and one girl in particular hanging of him. He had hair to his shoulders and was tanned and athletic.
Harry and Holly dropped down on the grass beside us.
“Who are we looking at?” Holly asked.
“Chayse Johann,” Peggy said. “You know, Mr. Meadows said Ophelia should chat to him for her shipwreck project.”
“I’d talk to him if I could,” Holly said, “but I can’t speak in his presence. I get tongue-tied.”
“So he’s tall, sporty, blond and rich,” Harry shrugged. “Big deal.”
“Yeah big deal,” Peggy said fluttering her eyelashes at Harry. Ah ha, Peggy likes Harry and Harry ... seems oblivious. I’ll have to work on that—yeah, fast worker ... here for a few days, I’ve got the locals sorted, met a guy on the beach and am matchmaking Peggy and Harry. Makes you wonder how they got by before I came, I kidded myself and then felt a wave of missing my best friend.
I heard a shrill laugh rise from Chayse’s group and we all looked over again. The girls in his pack were looking at him adoringly and one snuggled in closer to him—she was beautiful. I don’t think I’ll be asking Chayse Johann anything. I can’t imagine getting through the pack to even get close enough to spring a question on him.
“I’ve seen him around,” I said and pulled my skirt down as I stretched my legs out in front of me on the grass. “He was surfing yesterday afternoon and rode a wave all the way in. He said hi but gave Adam a bit of a shirty look.”
“Yeah no love lost there,” Harry said.
“Why?” I asked looking over at Chayse again.
“Long story,” Harry started before Holly interrupted him with gossip.
“That beautiful girl hanging off Chayse is his girlfriend, Imogen Harper ... she’s so full of herself. Why do beautiful girls always have to be full of themselves?” Holly sighed.
“Amber’s not,” Peggy said. “Neither is Alice.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Holly agreed.
“Neither are you three,” Harry said.
We all looked at him and smiled. Smooth, Harry. I didn’t know the girls they were talking about but I studied Imogen Harper, Chayse’s girlfriend. She was beautiful—a beach type with blond hair, super slim with a glowing, natural tan but she was bigger up top already than most of my class and the seniors. She had a body that probably looked great in a bikini.
“She suits Chayse,” I said, “they look good together, like Barbie and Ken.” I glanced down at my own white ‘city’ arms. “I look more like a vampire than a surf girl.”
“Vampires are in,” Harry assured me. Two compliments, sort of. Harry was going to win on charm if nothing else.
“You and Imogen have something in common—your names are both from Shakespeare plays,” Peggy said. “Dried apricot?” she offered the bag around and we all tried one.
“You’ll have to get by Imogen and her flock to get to Chayse,” Holly said, ignoring the literary connection. “She’s always with him, very territorial.”
“But she’s gorgeous,” I stated the obvious. “Surely she has guys after her too. She can’t be that insecure that she has to hang off him.”
Holly shrugged.
“Maybe he doesn’t make her feel secure,” Peggy offered with great wisdom. We all turned to look at her and she blushed. “That’s what happens in
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