jeanine morris

He looked down at me, his grin as cocky as ever--but when he spoke, his voice was soft, almost as if he were telling me a secret. ＂Besides, it’s going to take a lot more than a few witty comebacks to work your way into my heart.＂

Prick.

Before I could give him a piece of my mind, we were interrupted by a shout from the door.

＂Dez! Let’s go or Coach is gonna have our heads at practice!＂

Dez didn’t bother to acknowledge his friend. His gaze didn’t leave mine as he took that half step closer to me--leaving just inches between us.

I didn’t back away, didn’t let him get the upper hand by thinking his presence would affect me so easily.

＂I’ll see you at school on Monday, Lyra.＂ He winked--and I hated the traitorous fluttering that suddenly ran through the pit of my stomach. It only made me dislike him more.

It was supposed to be a casual goodbye. After all, people said stuff like that all the time. ’See you around.’ ’See you at school.’

But I couldn’t help but think it sounded like a promise