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a look of shock on his face and managed to sputter, “Me? No manners?” Looking at Dahlia, he went on as he pointed a thumb over in Deacon’s direction, speaking in hushed tones. “You were just conversing with a guy who injured an old, wheelchair-bound lady by not opening the door for her.”
    Deacon frowned, his forehead slightly wrinkled. His voice became serious as he looked on at Sam. “I’m telling you like I told you before. I didn’t see her, man. It’s not my fault she was so short.” He emphasized this by displaying how short she had been by using his hand, as it reached just above his hip.
    The boy sitting on Deacon’s other side interrupted, an ice blond with sharp features, dressed all in black with thick-framed glasses. He took them off to reveal bright blue eyes and wiped them with a napkin as he replied dryly, “Deacon, she was in a wheelchair—of course she was short. She was sitting at the time.”
    “Well, it ain’t my fault I’m so damn tall. Curse this six feet, five inches stature.” Deacon shrugged in indifference as he reached over for his burger and took a large bite, chewing meticulously.
    Dahlia struggled to hold back a laugh as she clenched her jaw together, watching as Deacon polished off his food in seconds then lick his fingers in delight. When he was done, he looked back at Sam and spoke with a sly smile on his face. “So introduce us to your girl, and don’t try to deny it. We saw you two coming in together this morning.”
    Looking over at Dahlia with raised brows, Sam asked, “Should you explain or shall I?”
    She had just taken a bite out of her chicken burger so she motioned toward him with her hand. She covered her mouth as she swallowed the piece of food, clearing her throat. “You go right ahead. You always do a wonderful job explaining yourself.”
    Sam stuck his tongue out at her then looked away as he eyed everyone else at the table. “Guys, this is Dahlia. Dahlia, you already know Deacon, the grandma hater. Sitting across from him is Taylor—he doesn’t talk much.”
    Taylor verified this by just nodding. He was dressed in baggy clothes that seemed to overtake his tall, lanky frame. His head bent over, Dahlia couldn’t clearly make out his face. The only thing she noticed when she turned toward him was his full head of disheveled, black hair. The hair was a huge contrast to his pale, blotchy skin that seemed badly burnt from the sun.
    Apparently, he hadn’t heard about SPF.
    Continuing, Sam went on. “Down yonder is Bentley—we call him Lee. Across from him is Meg. She’s the one having the party this weekend.”
    Dahlia looked from Bentley—Lee—the blond who had spoken up earlier with the glasses. He was dressed in a black dress shirt, whose sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a white skinny tie that accented his entire ensemble. He looked as if he had an evening engagement at some chic downtown nightclub later on.
    It was definitely too formal for high school in the middle of nowhereville.
    Dahlia’s gaze then shifted to Meg, who wasn’t any better than Lee. She wore a beautiful red kimono dress that highlighted her Asian features. It was short, drawing attention to her long legs. She had blue-black hair accentuated by its blunt cut, ending right below her shoulder blades. Long bangs flew into her eyes as she casually brushed them aside.
    Lee and Meg remained silent as they observed Dahlia curiously, then both smiled, raising their hands in hello.
    Dahlia lifted the corners of her mouth up timidly as she nodded her head in return. “Hello.”
    She continued smirking inwardly as she ate her meal. Her eyes danced back and forth between all of Sam’s friends as she fully checked them out. They were all distinctively different from one another and she marveled how the four were even friends. None of them seemed like they had much in common: from Deacon’s jock exterior to Lee, dressed almost too elegantly for school. Then Meg, who looked regal in