My fingers trembled as I dialed the combination, threw my Bio text onto the shelf, and slammed the metal door.Įric leaned against the wall a few feet away, his shoulders hunched and his hands jammed into his pockets. Staring straight ahead, I skirted a group of gawking freshmen and stalked to my locker. And he was- what? -flirting with my archrival?Įric stepped back and Stephanie strolled away, her Barbie-doll-on-helium giggle ringing in my ears. I knew we weren’t the perfect couple, but I was trying to make things work.
He looked up with wide eyes, a guilty flush staining his cheeks. Stephanie glanced in my direction, her lips curling at the corners as she whispered into Eric’s ear. A move he’d used on me, more times than I could count. Eric’s knuckles grazed the hem of her cheer skirt, brushing the bare skin of her thigh. And not just any cute boy- my boy.Įric and Steph gazed into each other’s eyes, standing so close I doubted a piece of loose-leaf paper would fit between them. Stephanie Heartford, the girl who stalked anything with an XY chromosome, stood in front of my locker flirting with one of the cutest boys in school. I skidded to a halt in the crowded corridor, totally unprepared for a showdown with the evil witch of Bainbridge High.
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