There is absolutely no culture to be found here, and the school is pretentious. Not to mention I’m going to be near demons, so my body is always going to be on high alert. I doubt I will find any enjoyment out of the next four years.
Standing in the hall lost in my anger, someone runs into me from behind. When I turn to give them shit for not watching where they’re going, I stop dead in my tracks.
In front of me stands the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She’s short and curvaceous with long black hair, and has the most intense green eyes you can imagine.
A feeling washes over me that I have to know her. That she is going to turn out to be someone special, and the moment I wrap my arm around her shoulder, it’s like something just clicks and my body hums.
“So, what brings you to Connerton Academy?” she asks.
Damn.
Her voice is soft and silky like a song. “I came to spend some time in the US to expand my horizons so to speak. I grew up in Europe.”
I can’t really tell her more because of Dad’s work as an angel, but it’s not a lie either. I have spent a lot of my life travelling from house to house across the continent just so my mother and father could stay together regardless of where he was stationed at the time.
Something about this girl makes me want to tell her everything about myself, including my closest kept secrets, but I can’t. Not yet.
“You live in Europe? That’s amazing.Whereabouts?! I want to spend some time travelling there one day. I’ve never left Blossom.”
I just barely stop myself from cringing, and I hope she doesn’t see it on my face. I can’t imagine never leaving this place. I’d want to run as far and fast away from here as I possibly could, but that doesn’t mean she feels the same.
Maybe she likes it here, but also wants to travel?
It’s too easy to imagine myself travelling with her, and it’s a little unnerving.
I would love to show her the world and how amazing it is outside of this shit town, though.
I know I should be responsible about this and take things slow. I don’t know what or who she is, but it doesn’t stop me from opening my big mouth before my brain can fully process the action.
“We kind of moved all over the place,” I tell her with a smirk. “Maybe you should come with me next summer, Harls. It’ll be a blast to make your dream come true. No one is better at showing you the best places than someone who lives there, right?”
Well, shit. What is this girl doing to my common sense?
She pulls out from under my arm and I think I’ve gone too far. Way to move too fast, dickhead.
Clearing her throat, she levels me with this intense look. “First, no one calls me Harls except my best friend. That is, unless you want your ass kicked. Second, we just met, so let’s table the world travel talk for now.”
She was laughing at me now, and it’s one hell of a beautiful sight. When she laughs, her eyes sparkle, and her face brightens.
I know just by witnessing it now, that I will do anything to keep her smiling, laughing, and happy.
“Noted. Don’t call you…you know…unless I want to get my ass kicked. As cute as you are, I’m quite fond of my ass the way it is so I’ll just have to come up with something else.”
She has a fire under her shyness that I didn’t see before and it makes her even more enticing. Whatever she is, I don’t think I care.
“You didn’t tell me no on the travel by the way, so I’m going to take that as a win.” I wink at her, chuckling as we reach the office.
Yep, I’m a sap.
Turns out, Harleigh and I have almost every class together. Everything except music. That shit isn’t my thing.
I appreciate all forms of artistic expression, but music is way out of my element.
Since it’s our first year, I know we were given the compulsory courses to start. We could have chosen others, but without having many abilities I didn’t have a whole lot of options.
I wonder if it’s the same for her.
I love the way her entire face brightens with the fact that music is on her schedule. With how soft and sweet her voice is I can already tell that she must be absolutely incredible.
By the time we can break for lunch, I’m starving. I didn’t eat breakfast this morning for favour of sleeping in and I am beginning to regret that choice.
Note to self: If breakfast is skipped, bring snacks. My dumb ass can’t handle going hungry.
“Hey, beautiful,” I greet her as I sit down.
She just got out of music class and her smile is radiant. She’s beaming the same way I do when I’m in the studio and it’s easy to tell music is where it’s at for her.
“Beautiful, huh? I guess I can handle that. Just don’t go getting any ideas.” She winks at me with this adorable smirk as a blush creeps up on her face.
Sorry, babe, I got ideas the moment I saw you. I just won’t tell you that.
“Good because I can tell we’re going to be close, and first names are just too formal, you know?”
She rolls her eyes at me before turning back to her lunch. “Are you this outgoing with everyone?” she asks without looking up.
Interesting question.
