Page 69 of The Blairville Legacies

“And otherwise?”

“I’m as new here as you are,” Bay laughed.

God, was I glad to have her near me again.

“This town is bigger than I thought,” I just remarked, looking around the big room in amazement. In general, everything here was so damn huge. The internetsaid small town, but there was a port, a market, a city center, as well as its own prestigious university in the middle of the forest that looked like a gothic version of fucking Hogwarts, and a glassed-in high-tech research district of skyscrapers! Just like that in the middle of nowhere!

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Bay and I wheeled around at the same time.

Standing in the doorway, eyeing us suspiciously, was a slightly indigenous-looking girl with deep brown, almost black hair, brown eyes, and a pretty face.

I recognized her immediately from the campus, where she had hung out with a couple of muscular guys. I had taken an instant liking to her and her smoking hot company – except for this guy who had shot the cute girl down with a football.

“I’m Emely and you guys are...?” she finally asked in suspicion.

“Larissa Champson and this is my friend, Bayla Adams. We’re both new around here.”

Emely’s gaze lingered on Bay.

“Do we know each other from somewhere?”

Bay seemed a little confused.

“No, not that I know of...does your last name happen to be Copeland?”

“Yes. That’s who I am.”

Emely’s words sounded like she was someone pretty famous in town, and now I was wondering what Bay already knew about this place, which maybe I should start finding out before it got awkward.

The unsettled look was still on Bay’s face, and I wondered if she really didn’t know her.

She probably had all sorts of typicalBayla Adams musingstumbling around in her head again, and sooner or later, I would get them out of her.

A few footsteps in the hallway distracted me. More people?

My suspicions were confirmed when two girls entered the room who couldn’t have been more different.

One had a Brazilian tan, and her black corkscrew curls framed her heart-shaped face. She looked very pretty, and the simple gold jewelry she wore accented her warm skin tone.

In complete contrast, the other girl had very pale skin. The slightly flushed cheeks contrasted sharply with the light turquoise irises. Robin Egg Blue. In addition, there were the light blond, almost whitish hair waves, which she had tied into a braid. On her delicate cleavage, a white crystal held by a silver chain.

It was as if Yin and Yang had entered the room, and I would have loved to take a photo of the two of them now and upload it to my page, but my camera was resting peacefully in the small black hard case.

The blonde was wearing a white blouse with light blue denim jeans, while girl number two was wearing a black tank top with fringe, which highlighted her boobs and matched the jeans ofthe same color. I noticed she wore many bracelets, necklaces of wooden pearls, and gemstones, including a green crystal on her gold chain.

I liked her dark style. However, I preferred the leather jacket I was still wearing because it was not at all damn warm outside as it should be in summer.

Who also moved voluntarily from California to Canada? Right!Ms. Adams…

I was about to say hello when the one with the curly hair started talking.

“What in the world isshedoing here?”

Apparently, she had meant the indigenous girl, Emely, because the blonde also looked slightly distant at the sight of her, as if they were facing the devil himself.

“What are you doing here?” Emely pressed out with an aggressive undertone.

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