Page 102 of Driftwood Daffodil

“Is there a secret hallway around here we can take?” One could hope.

“It’s a private Catholic school, there’s probably a dozen secret hallways.”Thank God. “But, I don’t know where any of them are.”

Well, what good was he?

Sighing, I stopped moving and looked down the hallway.

They did kind of look like royalty walking through the crowd. Although, my faith in the fairer sex died a little more with eachstep they took. I’d admit they looked good in those black slacks and white shirts, but that was no reason to fawn all over them.

I looked decent in jeans, but you didn’t see guys following me around with puppy dogs eyes, which was exactly what my peers were doing. Atlee had a literal chain of like five girls behind him.

“What is wrong with the female race?” I asked Memphis.

He responded with, “Hormones.”

I shot him a dirty look, “Seriously ?”

Why did men always chalk everything up to PMS or hormones?

He shrugged, “Do you have a better explanation?”

I watched Atlee wink at a random girl, and for half a second I thought she might actually pass out.

“No,” I sighed. “No, I don’t.”

“They’re clearly idiots.” A new voice interjected.

Memphis and I both turned to see a girl with black hair, sneering at the dumbass trio.

“Look at how they all follow Atlee around,” she waved at them. “Every one of them thinks they’ll be the one to tame him, despite knowing his reputation. It’s pathetic.”

I couldn’t agree more. Who was this girl? She looked familiar. Was she one of the group standing by the door on my first day? A girl like that was kind of hard to forget. The term drop dead gorgeous wasn’t strong enough to describe her appearance. Shiny black hair, bright whiskey eyes and the perfect hourglass figure that not even St Agatha’s shapeless uniform could hide. Just looking at her made me question my sexual preferences.

“I long for the day when someone wipes that smug look off his face.”

It was pretty obvious who she was talking about. The only other girl I’d seen glare at Atlee like that, was Sutton.

“You seem to have a personal grudge against Atlee.” Other than the obvious one night stand scenario. He seemed like the kind of guy that discarded women at a whim.

Her whiskey eyes rolled my way, “That’s because I’m his sister.”

Oh shit.

Atlee had a sister? “That sucks.”

“He’s nowhere near as bad as our father.”

Did that mean their father was a raging Manwhore too, or was she talking about something else? I got the feeling it was the latter.

“If it makes you feel better, I shot Atlee down yesterday.”

“Huh,” she gave a small nod. “It does actually.”

Maybe I had an ally in this school?

She turned around and ran her gaze over me. I could feel judgment coming off every inch of her face.

“Who are you?”

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