Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
The backpack wasn’t hurting my back, but I know he isn’t going to give it to me. He takes my hand in his after he shuts the Jeep door and we make our way into the school. I notice people turn to look at us. A few say hi to Ren. He gives them a chin nod, not speaking to them. It’s clear he’s popular, but I’m not sure he likes that much.
When we get to his locker I glance around and see more people are looking at us. I’m not sure if they’re looking at me or him. I’m not paying attention as Ren starts to unzip my coat, taking it off of me, then removing my hat and gloves. He shoves them into his locker before taking off his own and putting it in.
“Mythology?” he asks as he shuts the locker, and it takes me a minute to get what he’s talking about.
“Yeah, you have it, too?” I look up at him, hoping he does.
“Maybe.” He grabs my hand again, leading me down the hallway.
Maybe we have the same class? How does he not know what classes he has? We walk by Kristen and Carrie, who are giggling, but they quieten as we pass. Kristen’s eyes narrow on me before she gives me a disappointed head shake. I don’t know what she means by that. Ren doesn’t so much as glance her way as we pass them. He doesn't really look at anyone besides me. People move out of his way as he walks down the center of the hall, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He walks me into the classroom, and I pick a seat towards the back of the room. He drops my backpack next to my chair as I take a seat. He places both hands on my desk, leaning down over me, blocking anyone from seeing me, and filling up all the space in front of me.
“Don’t leave without me. If I’m not back in the classroom before the bell rings, wait for me.”
I nod at him. Something about his overprotectiveness stirs something deep inside me.
“Say it, babe,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll wait for you.”
He leans in, placing another quick kiss on me, and I watch him stride from the room, determination in his steps. I sit there still feeling the sweetness of his lips on me long after the teacher starts the lesson.
12
Ren
I spend the better part of my morning rearranging my schedule in the guidance office. Some might say it’s crazy to move all my classes around so that Lily and I have a mirrored schedule. I don’t care what those people think. I am crazy. Besides, it doesn’t even matter what classes I take. I’ve already gotten into college.
Our kisses this morning were enough to send me over the edge of sanity and now I’m in full-on insane mode. I never felt like I was living my life before she walked into it, and now suddenly she’s here, and I can’t picture a moment without her. She’s quickly becoming the center of my world, and I’m okay with that. I’ve never been obsessed about anything before. Not winning in football or getting the best grades. Not beating some dumb video game or working on my Jeep. But since my eyes landed on Lily, she’s consumed my every thought. I didn’t see her coming, but I’ve never been happier to have been blindsided.
“Okay, Ren. You should be all set.” The counselor looks over his notes and back to my schedule. “You’ve more than met all your prerequisites, and your transcripts are well above marks for your scholarship. I see no need to change your schedule this late in the year, but honestly these are all bonus classes for you as they are. Your attendance will still be counted, but I don’t see the teachers here giving you any grief about it.”
I nod, looking over my new classes for today, and smile. Mythology, civics, lunch, and then art. We both have free periods at the end of every day, so that gives us more time to be together. “Thanks Mr. Green.”
“No problem. But can I ask why the sudden change?” He watches me as I stand and grab my bag.
“I’m broadening my horizons.” I don’t wait for more questions as I turn and leave, eager to meet Lily after her first class.
The bell sounds as I get to the door, and I look in and see her stay in her seat as everyone else stands up and grabs their bags. I walk past the crowd and she spots me, smiling so big I see dimples in her cheeks. It takes my breath away. She’s truly beautiful.
I grab her bag and take her hand, leading her from the classroom and down the hall. “We’ve got civics before lunch, with art after that.”