Page 1 of Mistaken Identity
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I know life is unfair, but this is fucking absurd.
—Audric’s secret thoughts
AUDRIC
Twelve Years Ago
“Thanks for the ride,” my best friend, Laney, called out.
Her best friend, Creole Williams, didn’t do more than flip me off.
I sneered at her in reaction.
Fucking Creole Williams.
She was the worst person on the planet.
We fought like cats and dogs, and swear to God, if she gave me the chance, I’d rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out.
She was the hottest person I’d ever seen.
Long legs—goddamn, they were the bane of my existence.
Tanned, soft skin—I only knew her skin was soft because I had to help her into my truck today. Thank god for big tires and my summer job.
Beautiful, crazy blonde hair that was so wild and curly that it would never be tamed.
But my most favorite thing about her was her Caribbean-blue eyes.
They always felt like they were spitting fire and usually aimed toward me.
“You’re welcome, Lane,” I said. “You’re also welcome, Creole.”
Creole didn’t bother turning around and giving me any acknowledgment.
Not that I expected any.
She’d hated me for the last six months now, and I had no idea why.
One day we’d been the Three Musketeers, and the next, Lane was the only one that would talk to me.
I knew it had something to do with a party that we’d been at after a football game during last season, but I had no idea what I’d done that made her hate me so much.
The drive home was uneventful, but my brain was filled with thoughts of Creole, and what I could’ve possibly done to make her not want anything to do with me anymore.
I’d even asked Laney multiple times, but she was just as confused as I was.
Neither one of us knew what had happened that day, and likely, we never would since she was such a private person.
I guess we should be thankful she was at least talking to Laney still.
I pulled into the driveway and groaned when I saw my dad still wasn’t home.
He worked forty-eight hours on, ninety-six hours off for the Dallas Fire Department as a paramedic and firefighter.
Oh, and he lived across the street now in my grandmother’s house.
