“Since when do we come into the library, dude?” my best friend Barnett grumbles from beside me where he’s leaning back on two legs of the chair, twirling his drumsticks around in his fingers. I shrug, my eyes going back to the double doors, the urge to grab a cig pulling at me.
I can’t do that, though, can I?
“Smoking is harmful, so you should really stop.”
Her angelic voice echoes in my head, her deep green eyes stuck in my brain.
Alejandro’s baby sister, Rose….
She’s fucking beautiful and doesn’t even realize it. Those eyes, the long red hair….
Fuck.
I hate people that come from money. My biological father was loaded when he met my mom. She said he was her everything until she found out he was married, and he denied my paternity, causing her to drink.
I’ve never met him, but the hate my mother instilled in me growing up goes out to anyone with money.
It doesn’t matter if she moved on and had a baby with someone else, it didn’t stop the vile shit she’d say over the years. It didn’t stop her from getting drunk continuously.
It’s why I never got along with my cousin’s boyfriend, despite him being good for her. Yet this girl, the spoiled rich girl, instantly entranced me, and I need to know more.
Is she spoiled, or is she as sweet as she seems?
Why can’t I fucking get her out of my head?
“Ah, fuck’s sake, this is about your cousin’s boyfriend’s sister isn’t it, the new girl, that’s why we’re waiting in here?” Barnett mutters, the chair legs slamming on the floor, but I don’t look his way, I keep my eyes on the door, and he snaps, “She’s thirteen, Noah….”
I hum, already knowing that, but we’re only fourteen, so his argument is moot, and he knows it.
“What about Piper? She seems like the perfect roadie,” he tries.
I snort. “She’s also a mean-assed bitch and a bully, who’salsothirteen.”
According to Vanessa, who cornered me after my last class, Piper is the person who bullied Rose for years while her father stood back and allowed it, and only butted in when the bitch and her squad tried to cut Rose’s hair.
Van is worried about her.
“We should be in the music room right now with Cam, Noah, not waiting on some chick,” he tries again, and I chuckle, looking his way.
I raise a brow. “So it wasn’t you who hung around the girl’s bathrooms waiting for Mary last semester, thinking she was the love of your life?”
He winces, then leans back in his chair on the back two legs again, placing his hands behind his head. “Yeah, alright, you’ve got me there. We’ll wait.”
I grin, looking back at the doors.
Mary wasn’t who he thought she was. She was older and riddled with STDs, and I don’t want to know how he knew that.
The left side of the double door opens slowly, and I smirk, mumbling, “Fucking knew it,” making Barnett chuckle a little.
Van didn’t think she’d come here, but based on what I’ve heard about Rose over the years, she’s a book nerd, and hates people.
The library will become her hiding place if I let it.
Her head pops into the room before she slowly walks in. Mr. Crow gives her a reassuring smile, and she sends him a timid one back, and I have to grit my teeth so I don’t snap at a fucking teacher.
Barnett chuckles lowly again, seeing my reaction, but I ignore him, taking in Rose’s appearance.
She’s put her hair up in a messy knot, and her right cheek is red.