Page 8 of To Love or to Lose
Knew that was coming.
Slightly to my left, a pair of brown eyes skim over me before making dead eye contact.
It's Jameson, the English boy. He’s looking at me.
He’s looking atme.
For an extended period, I might add.
At this moment I can’t deny his obvious attractiveness, seeing as he’s a tall, brown-haired, and well-muscled boy. With his amber-colored eyes, and sharp facial features, it’s kind of hard to beunattractiveunless your personality sucks.
Looking at him is like staring off the side of a cliff. It feels wrong in a way, like you know it could end badly, yet it’s so captivating you can’t pull your eyes away.
“Evie, are you on Adderall?” I break my gaze away from the Jameson, taking a step back from the cliffside.
“No,” I reply. “I’m not taking anything.”I don’t need to.
“Jameson, isn’t that close to what you got on the SAT?”
I advert my gaze, looking down at my legs, noticing how tan they look because of the hot pink bikini I’m wearing.
“Not quite,” his accent drawls. “I got a 1550.”
My eyes snap back toward him. “You did?”
“Yes, I did.” He looks me right in the eye as he says it, making my skin feel like it’s blistering more than it already had. “It wasn’t too difficult.” He shrugs.
I would ask how that is possible, but that would be hypocritical, coming from someone who got a higher score.
What Itrulywant to ask is “how is it possible for someone to get that score that isn’t me?”
I stay quiet though, because I know there’s only one answer: He’salmostas smart as I am.
“You know what, I’m going to go swimming,” I tell Eloise and Winnie, already jogging toward the water.
I don’t stop, not giving myself time to think before I’m running into the water until it’s up to my hips.
“Gen, wait!” Eloise is running after me, Winnie close behind.
Eloise dives headfirst into the water behind me.
My minds taken back to the days we all would come here with all our parents, bickering about who would be standing and who would be sitting on shoulders as we played chicken.
Back when those were the only types of things we had to worry about.
“What was that about?” Winnie asks.
I shrug. “I was getting hot.”
“And bothered... or?” Eloise asks as she comes up from underwater. Her blue bikini is covered in flowers and is blending with the water of the lake, which catches my attention.
Winnie laughs, eying me and saying, “oh, I see, you have the hots for the new guy.”
“I think that's your area of expertise, seeing as you can barelylookat Logan without your eyes turning to hearts,” I retort, poking Winnie in the ribs.
“Ah, avoidance.The Genevieve Alderidge Specialty.”
I dunk my head under water, smoothing my long hair back as I come up. “I’m not avoiding anything; I merely do not feel like having this conversation. It is irrelevant.”
