The first day of grade eleven started on the bus.
I sat in the back, on the very last seat.
Nobody dared to sit beside the girl with white hair.
I was a little disappointed, I mean, I had kind of hoped somebody would man up.
But nothing good ever really comes from that, does it?
I stared out the window as the bus lurched forward back into traffic toward the next kid’s house.
I closed my eyes.
This year was going to suck.
Nobody wanted to be friends with me, which was okay, I guess, but nobody wants to eat lunch alone in high school. I clenched my hands into fists and slowly relaxed one finger at a time.
“Hey, is your name Morganlaine?”
I ignored the voice.
There could be a million Morgan’s at St.Vladimir’s for all I knew.
“I’m talking to you.”
I opened my eyes and looked to my right.
A tall guy was standing at the end of aisle, looking at me.
I gestured to myself, “The one and only.”
He grinned at me, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, the front one slightly crooked.
It was adorable.
I raised an eyebrow at him, my ability to not blush coming in handy.
“Can I sit here?” He asked.
I shrugged, then said, “It’s a free country.”
Okay, so I was being a bitch.
Which was stupid, because five minutes ago I’d been mourning the school year because nobody would sit beside me. And here was some unnaturally hot guy, trying to sit beside me.
I punched myself mentally.
He sat down anyway, slightly turned to face me.
“So, Morganlaine, what brings you to St.Vlad’s?”
I tilted my head, liking how he said Morganlaine, even though it was just Morgan.
I decided not to correct him.
I thought about telling him the truth.
Oh, you know, the usual. Completely rejected by my old school.
The white hair and weird-ass beauty marks underneath my eyes.
Oh, and then my mom and dad died.
Yep! The usual stuff brings me here. What about you?
“Nothing. It’s just school.”
He knew I was lying; I could see it in his steely blue gaze.
But he didn’t push me.
“What’s your name, anyway?” I asked.
Wow. That was an old fashioned name.
I studied him.
He had longish jet black hair, and it hung across his forehead, covering most of his face and hanging in his eyes. His eyes were the prettiest blue I’d ever seen in my life.
He had a straight nose and full lips, no blemishes that I could detect.
God, he was hot.
Although I highly doubted Tammy would approve.
Wait, why would she need to?
What was I thinking?
Already crushing on the first day of school.
Very cliché, Morgan. I thought to myself.
I looked out the window again, trying to distract myself from his extremely attractive face.
I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, watching me.
I sighed inwardly and shoved my hair off my face.
The bus stopped at the school, and I looked back over.
Caspian was gone.
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