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Yeah, scratch that. The confidence this guy oozed kicked him up a level to gorgeous. His confidence also screamed player, which was the type I avoided at all costs. Players were normally male whores who thought they were God’s gift to women.
The distinct smell of a forest hit me again as he stepped closer to me and took the map from my hands.
“What are you looking for?” he asked as he studied the map and his eyes flickered back to me.
“My locker,” I mumbled. I wasn’t used to asking for help; in fact, I hated it. I normally persevered until I figured it out on my own.
“I’ll show you where it is,” he offered as he folded the map and handed it back to me.
“Sure,” I forced myself to say. I’d wasted enough time looking for my stupid locker and, as much as I hated help, I didn’t want to spend the next twenty minutes still searching for it.
“I’m Blake,” the stranger offered as he headed down the hallway and I followed behind him. A couple of the students turned to stare at the two of us as we walked past.
“Scarlett,” I muttered.
“So where did you move from?” he said, trying to start up a conversation, but I wasn’t interested in small talk.
“None of your business,” I shot back. I wasn’t one to open up to strangers.
“Aren’t you just a nice warm teddy bear,” he teased with a devilish smile and I just glared at him.
“Here’s your locker,” he said as he pointed to it. It was a dull gray color and had seen better days.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I stepped around him to my locker and opened it.
“You’re welcome, Scarlett. See you around,” he said as he began to walk away from me and hitched his schoolbag over his shoulder.
“Not if I can help it,” I muttered under my breath as I shoved a couple of my schoolbooks into my locker.
“I heard you,” Blake chuckled, almost halfway down the hallway already. Geez, he had good hearing. It was nearly as good as mine.
I didn’t have a lot of experience with guys. My straight black hair reached my shoulders and my eyes were a silver-gray color that darkened when I was angry. With all the working out I did, I was slender, and I wasn’t really tall or short.
I’d had plenty of guys try asking me out, but my life had been too busy with training and taking over my responsibilities of my inheritance to do the usual teenage dating thing.
I wanted to have the type of love my parents had shared. I remembered the way my parents used to look at each other. One day I wanted to find someone to look at me that way.
In the meantime, I was going to finish school and then decide what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
I closed my locker and opened my schedule to see what and where my first class was.
As I tried to hunt down my first class for the day, I noticed the unusual looks I was getting from the other students as I walked down the hallway.
Being the new girl, I expected some curious looks, but the students who glanced in my direction looked at me with a watchfulness I’d never encountered before.
It was almost like they were wary of me. I shook my head. Perhaps I was imagining it. It didn’t make sense—why would they be wary of me?
I ignored their watchful gazes and held my head high. I walked confidently into my first class of the day, taking a seat nearest to the window.
Students began filtering into the class as I flipped through my textbook. When my eyes drifted to the doorway of the classroom, I saw two male students watching me closely just a couple of feet from the door.
I didn’t know what it was about this school, but most of the guys were gorgeous and well-built. Maybe there was something in the water.
The one with short blond hair crossed his arms over his chest as he watched me with open hostility. I was not one to be intimidated, so I glared back at him.
My response must have been unexpected because instantly the hostility vanished and he smiled at me. The guy next to him with the dark auburn hair let his eyes glance between the two of us before his eyes settled back on me. There wasn’t any animosity in his eyes; he acted more curious than anything else.
My attention was pulled away from them when the teacher walked into the classroom and began the lesson. Thankfully the teacher wasn’t interested in making me stand up and make a little speech about myself to the class. I was relieved.
