Dan’s smiles — all complete with a left dimple — at any of the female species passing by us and adds a few winks causing some of them to nearly fall over each other.
He’s good-looking in that classic, British kind of way. First of all, he has a dimple — that must be why I wanted to be friends with him. People with dimples kind of draw you in like magnets. He takes his time to slick his chestnut hair in a way that looks imperfect. Add in his turquoise, ocean eyes and he’s like a model in the making.
No joke. A scout stopped his mum in the mall and begged her to have their agency represent him.
“Hey, crazy bugger.” He pokes my arm. “We can do Senior year and we can even do it sideways, too.”
I roll my eyes. “Does everything need to have a sexual meaning with you?”
“Hell yeah. Senior year, senior sex life, baby.”
I shake my shoulders. Incurable Dan.
For a moment, I’m lost in all the students rushing through RES. Half appear excited — mostly freshman — while the other half look as if they were dragged out of bed.
Oh, and I belong to the second half. Thank you very much.
One more year.
Just one more year and I’m out of this shit show.
Dan stops me on the side of the hall where students are filtering through and catching up about all the fun they had during the summer.
Some throw discreet whispers my way, but it’s rare and far in between.
I might be a Clifford, but I’m not at all that important in RES.
Here’s to hoping the accident news will die down soon so I can go back to being my cute invisible self.
Problem is, there were double accidents that night. The mansion caught fire when that car hit me.
We have a Facebook Group for RES’ students, from which teachers and the administrators’ board are banned. In said group, some speculated that the hit-and-run-driver put the mansion on fire, then on their escape, they hit me.
Other freaks suggested that I’m an accomplice, since well, Clifford and King are enemies. And boo-freaking-hoo, it appears that the mansion belongs to Jonathan King.
“You returned from the dead.” Dan ruffles my hair again. “That alone deserves a celebration. I’ll delay my hookup with Cindy if you want to grab a greasy cheeseburger from Ally’s?”
“Wow.” I gasp in mock reaction, putting a hand on my chest. “You would delay your sexcapades for me? I didn’t think you loved me this much, bug.”
“I know, right?” He feigns sadness. “The sacrifices one has to make for friendship. You better name your first baby after me.”
That draws a chuckle out of me even when I’m not in the mood. This is Dan’s way to cheer me up.
Aside from the football team’s camp, Dan spent the summer making the rehab sessions less boring and drawing a laugh out of me every chance he got.
He doesn’t voice it, but I know he’s been feeling guilty about leaving me alone that night. I’ve been trying to tell him it’s not his fault, but Dan will just be Dan.
Loyal to a fault.
My shadow to a fault, too.
Or maybe it’s the other way around. I’m the invisible one, so I’m probably the shadow in this friendship.
One more year and we’ll both be free of our parents and their expectations.
Free. Just the thought pushes a burst of unexpected energy through my veins.
Dan and I continue our way inside, talking about our classes.