Twisted Love, Necola Lewis, Shaniya Mack [summer books .txt] 📗

no culinary skills. Her food was either tasteless or too salty I didn't want to suffer from hypertension at an early age.

 I didn't want to be to early or too late for school flipping though the cable channels eating my bowl of cereal. The rain was drizzling by the time I left the house my galoshes sloshing in the water puddles. The meteorologist promised sunshine and dry weather later on this day I hope he is right I can't stand this wet weather. Inside the car was nice and dry slipping in a cd I turned up the volume starting the engine loving how it roared loudly.

I cruised the highway on my way to school ignoring the cars honking noisly behind me fighting the urge to show them a middle finger. Finding Glenwood high wasn't difficult the school was just off the highway just like the supermarket and cathedral. I parked my car in the first available spot turning the engine and music off. Scores of children were hanging around in the parking lot staring whispering pointing. Taking a deep breath I unlocked the door grabbing my knapsack perching it on my shoulder heading to the office to get my class schedule.

I knocked on a small door the next words office written in silver. Inside there was another door the words principal office also engraved in sliver in bold big letters probably to frighten and intimate the weaker ones. There was a desk behind the desk sat a woman wearing glasses nibbling on a twinky bar

She looked up" may I help you" her voice warm welcoming

"Keri Wright" before I could continue she cut me off how rude

"Ashley's niece, hi welcome. Did you know that aunt was a student here so was your mother we were best friends the three of us" her eyes lit brightly her words coming forth in a rush handing me my schedule 

"Yeah so I have heard thanks" walking off I wasn't really in the mood for much long talk or trips down memory lane. I just wanted to get though this day, get back home and cry. My ignorance and bad temper left me wondering the halls looking for my first period class math

Yuck

 The halls were crowded with teenagers but I kept my head down reading the sheet of paper in my hand

Second period history, third period French oh god this was a nightmare then break science lunch 

"Need some help" someone asked tapping on my shoulder causing me to spin around" I see you wondering the halls lost, you are that new girl Keri Wright" 

"Its obvious isn't it" I murmured gazing around at the cream coloured walls

She nodded her head" what's your first period class" 

"Math with Mr Walcott" showing her my class listing pangs of unwelcome fear creeping though me.

"I have the same class follow me by the way my name is Solange" offering me her hand I accepted it her hand shake firm and strong for a slender girl with big blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

The classroom was small the teacher already present inking work on the white board. I handed him the slip unsure what I should do with it. Maybe I should have waited for instructions, directions, a damn map.

I flushed red as he grabbed the paper scribbling his name on it handing it back to me

"Take a sit Ms Wright class is about to begin'

I looked around taking an empty seat in the back next to Solange who sat next her best friend April who also became my best friend before the end of class. I was ecstatic Mr Walcott didn't ask for any introductions he just jumped right into the topic of the day algebra. I keep my eyes down in the book chatting with Solange and April even chance I got, my mood lighting especially when I found out that we had mostly all of the classes together.

The bell rang, a rambunctious sound, ending class. I was gathering my things, running my hands ever so along the fabric of my jeans, suddenly finding my palms sweaty. My face cast down, not wanting to look up.

 Enrique

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She was beautiful. Her body very still and silent. Inviting warm, red stain cheeks as she fought to look any where but up. Long dark hair pulled in a loose ponytail. Flawless skin covered a thin frame. 

I felt a moment of unease standing here, looking down at her. 

"Keri. Right?" I asked. Liking the way her name rolled over my tongue. Keri.

She winced at the sound of her name and looked up. Her gaze met mine for a moment then she looked away again.

"How do you know my name?"

I chuckled under my breath. Quite shy isn't she. I leaned forward taking a deep breath of jasmine and strawberry scent before pulling away.

"It's on your schedule."

"Oh" shoving the paper in her bag.

"My name is Enrique Hunt. But you can call me Ari. It means lion. Or mad dog."

Keri opened her mouth minutely and closed it.

Chapter Three

 My best friend Jase was leaning casually by the front entrance. One hand shoved in his back pocket. He was still fuming over a wrestling match he lost to me last night. I take it, he would like a rematch later on.

My gaze went to him for a moment, then back at her small sweet face. Her lips moved like she was repeating my nicknames.

Mad dog. Ari. Wondering which one she prefers?

And I sort of liked how that looked. The room slowly becoming crowded as students trickled in for the next class. My eyes trailed to her exposed skin and for some reason, I wanted to kiss her there. My phone vibrating in my pocket. I ignored it.

It probably was some chick wanting to get laid. My father was right.

"One of these days you are going to fall in love son. Don't just settle for the first girl you see. Just for anyone. Choose the girl that doesn't come easy."

The sobering truth is all has been easy. Lisa. Mila. Kate. Acacia. Tricia and a few others whose name I don't care to recall.

 "Ahem." A modest cough came from behind me. It was from April. Jase's girlfriend. "We should be getting out of here."

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For some reason sweat broke out, dotting my forehead and I blame it on the weather. Not fear. My stomach tightening as I stood, grabbing up my things in a haste. Brows knitted his striking face as I pushed pass him. Biting my lip to hide my smile. I guess he wasn't expecting that. Taking one last glance at him. I was so out of his league. Walking away, past a group of teenage girls.

 My breathing gradually increasing as I felt his presence behind me. The veins in the back of my neck pulsating slightly as my heart rate quickened. Taking a left then a right pass the cafeteria then a left to history class.

A crooked grin spread across his face as he stepped in front of us. "Ladies let me." Holding open the door for us.

His dark gaze never leaving my face. My feet rooted on the spot for a moment. Waiting, but for what. For him to hold my hand?

The others had already gone in. My behaviour causing me to be the center of attention. Two other students., pushing their way pass us. Two blondes, their eyes on Ari. Mad dog

I just stood here watching him, thinking about my two options: turning around, jump in my car and head back home or continue my first day at Glenwood high.

"Thanks." Smiling tentatively at him, choosing my second option. Walking into class with a half hearted good morning. Recognizing a few faces from my first class.

I took my seat in the back, next to April. Who sat next to boyfriend, who sat next to Solange. Her boyfriend Zachary was at home sick. Lucky guy. Enquire sat next to me.

Tucking a few strands of hair back, I pulled out my notebook pretending to be interested in world war one.

April's eyes gleamed with humor. "He is hot. Isn't he?"

I glared at her, a heat crossing my cheek. Choosing not to answer.

 

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 Wanting her was dangerous. Her transition will be hard and I will need to be there for her. Taking in a deep breath of her scent. A scent that had lured me to her. 

 

 

 

 

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