“Fuck no. She needs to learn from the get-go that she’s a nobody here.” He pulls out a small box of Red Hots from his pocket and tips it to his lips. The guy is obsessed with the candy. “I gotta hit my locker. I’ll see you later.”
“Later.”
I turn back to my locker and snatch out my chemistry book. As I’m reaching for my calculus book, I feel her at my side.
“Hi.”
I glance over, already knowing who it is. Deep brown eyes stare back at me. Thick brown hair falls over her slender shoulders in soft waves. And that damn fresh scent of roses hits me square in the chest.
I grunt. Not really a hello, but not altogether ignoring her either. I turn back and grab my calculus book, then slam my locker shut. It bangs loudly, and I don’t miss her flinch.
“My name’s Rylee,” she states, her voice sounding way too soft and alluring. “In case you were wondering. We never got a chance to really introduce ourselves earlier.”
Rylee.
I already know her name because Oliver’s bitched about her enough that it’s seared into my brain.
“This is my locker,” she continues like I’m standing here being the pillar of a listening ear.
Apparently, the girl wants to talk, so I turn and face her, leaning against my locker. I lift a brow and regard her.
“So?”
A frown line appears between her eyes. “Just trying to make polite conversation. You know, since we’ll be locker neighbors.”
“I don’t like conversation.”
“What?” She frowns. “How can you not like conversation?”
I lean in closer, ignoring her rose scent, and say in a low but rude tone, “Because I don’t like talking.”
She scoffs and flips her hair over her shoulder. Whatever the hell shampoo she uses smells too fucking good for comfort. “That’s dumb. We’re having a conversation right now.”
I stand from my perch against the lockers and look down at her. “Only because you won’t shut up.”
Her eyes widen, showing off the little specks of gold hidden in their brown depths, but before she has a chance to open her mouth, I turn and walk away, ready to be out of her presence.
“Wait!” she calls, and I release a sigh of annoyance. Why can’t the girl get a fucking clue?
I keep walking, but a moment later, she’s back at my side. “I, uh….” She turns to the side to avoid getting rammed by a couple of seniors. “I was wondering if I could get your help. I have Mrs. Daily first period. Could you tell me which direction to go?”
“No.”
I feel her confusion, along with her heated stare. “No? No you won’t help me, or no you don’t know which way to go?”
“Either. Both. Take your pick.” I stop and turn to face her. “I’m not your goddamn guide, okay? I’ve got no desire to be your friend. And by the end of the day, your locker will be somewhere away from mine. So, find someone else to be your lap dog, and steer clear of me.”
I don’t wait for her response, as I continue on my way to chemistry, which also happens to be Mrs. Daily’s class.
“Asshole!” she yells at my back.
I flip her off over my shoulder.
Fuck Rylee and her mesmerizing scent.
RYLEE
WELL, IF THE FIRST half of my day is any indication on how the rest of the school year is going to go, I’m in for some rough days ahead. After the complete blow off I got from Zayden this morning, things only got worse. I got lost trying to find my first class and ended up showing up nearly five minutes after the last bell. As if it weren’t hard enough being the new girl, having to walk through a room full of strangers with every eye trained on you put the icing on the cake. And to make matters worse, the jerk who refused to help me find my first period class was actually in my first period class.