Page 28 of Driftwood Daffodil

“Wait…” I tipped my gaze towards my best friend. “Does this mean that I won’t be subjected to your annoying public displays of affection?”

He shot me a dirty look in response.

Hmm, this place might not be so bad after all. Memphis and his boyfriend Chuck gave new meaning to the word nauseous. They were so cute it physically hurt to watch them. They also never fought, which in itself was wrong. Every couple argued.

I tried countless times to start something. Like leaving open condoms wrappers in Memphis’s car, or sending sexy texts to Chuck with an unknown number. I kind of gave myself away on that one though. I got all my pick up lines from Maw Maw’s stash of books.

On a side note, historical romance probably wasn’t the best place to go for seduction material. I still didn’t know what a vicar or rake were, but apparently both were desirable. Just not in sexting form. Chuck had absolutely no interest in sucking my vicar.

After showing me where my locker was, Memphis took me to my first class, which I argued I should be fashionably late for.Had to make an entrance after all. But my best friend was all about punctuality. Meaning I was five minutes early because he needed time to get to his class.

That I blamed on the school. This place was way too big, and clean, and it smelled way too good. High schools should smell like bad decisions and guilt. Not fresh flowers and incense. And don’t even get me started on the stained glass windows and shiny wooden desks. I had yet to see one name or doddle carved in anything.

Just when I was starting to think this place wouldn’t be so bad, I walked into Spanish class.

Sitting on the right side of the room was the blonde I met outside.

Judging by the gleam in her dark eyes, she was about as happy to see me as I was to see her. And of course the first empty desk I saw was right in front of her. She must’ve sensed what I was thinking because next thing I knew she was leaning back and narrowing her eyes. As if she was challenging me to do it.

As tempting as it was to inconvenience her – and it was awfully tempting – bush girl number one had already claimed my open nemesis position.

I took a second to glance around for another open spot. That’s when the universe gave me another gut punch. The only other unoccupied desk was in the right corner of the room, next to the cocky smirk of an insanely good looking guy. My hormones literally amped up a notch just looking at him.

He was tanned and big, but not so big that he looked like he could crush someone with his forearms. That didn’t mean he wasn’t built. There were visible firm edges pressing against the fabric of his shirt.

Then there was his smile. It was the kind of small corner of the mouth curl that made the devil dance in the depths of hiswhiskey orbs. Which by the way sparkled all on their own. I didn’t even know they made guys like that.

I hated him already. Bastard probably also had those washboard abs that could cut glass.

Pfft, prick.

Sighing, I weighed my options. Did I want to sit beside evil demon spawn Barbie, or Greek Olympiad – who I wouldn’t doubt had seen every girl in this room naked.

Decisions, decisions.

Evil demon spawn Barbie did kind of look like Cindy, and Cindy had my boyfriend’s dick in her mouth this weekend. That was a reminder I didn’t run the risk of next to the Greek god. Then again who the hell knew what Greek gods did behind closed doors.

Memphis was the gossip queen – not that I paid attention to any of his claims. That ship sank when he tried to convince me Medusa lived in his backyard.

Grumbling under my breath, I stomped over to the right side. At least the Greek god would ignore me. Someone like that didn’t pay attention to someone like me. I was wearing cookie monster socks for Christ sake. That was my way of rebelling against the uniform.

I flopped down in the desk – which was annoyingly comfortable for something made of wood – and dropped my chin in my palm.

This was all Simon’s fault. How hard was it to keep your dick in your pants? There was a zipper there for a reason.

My lip curled at the girl whispering in Greek God’s ear. I highly doubted he was reaching under her desk for a pencil. Great, Spanish and a show. I could’ve gotten that by staying home and watching telenovelas. If there was a god up there he’d strike me down right now.

“Hey,” The girl tipped her head and slowly eyed me. “Did you know you have a sock on your ass?”

I looked over my shoulder and sure enough there was one of Knox’s little blue socks clinging to my skirt.

Fabulous.Served me right for throwing it in the dryer before getting dressed.Guess the girl with a sock on her ass wasn’t the worst identity I had.

“Yup,” I sighed. “I sure do.”

Greek God’s brow rose. “Why do you have a sock on your ass?”

“Clearly, I’m trying to start a new fashion trend.” I flopped my eyes his way. “You want in?”

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