Fated Dreams (Book One In The Affinity series) Read Online Free PDF

having fun. I’m tired, though, so
I’ll tell you that it is obvious, only to me, that you like each other. I have
noticed it for a while, but it wasn’t my business.” The pounding got louder,
and now was mixed with yelling.
    There was a
muffled scratching sound, and then nothing. “Hannah, if you don’t stop, I’m
telling Mom and Dad when they get home!” Emma yelled from a distance. I heard
footsteps and then the muffled sound again. “Sorry, my annoying sister is
driving me nuts. Where were we? Right.” She answered her own question. “So
what’s changed, why butt in now?”
    It was hard to
focus on our conversation with all the interruptions. I had to remember my
train of thought. “Because honestly, I think you would be great together and I
want you to be happy.”
    There was
silence on the other end of the phone, from Emma and from Hannah, who must have
given up. Then I heard her sigh. “Do you really think he likes me that way?”
    I smiled; I had
her. I could go to sleep soon. “Yes, I do.”
    I heard a
little squeal on the other end. “Thank you for butting in.”
    “My pleasure,
I’m hanging up now, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Even though I
was very tired, I didn’t sleep well. I tossed and turned so much, I woke to
find my blanket and sheet on the floor. I was curled up in a fetal position
trying to keep warm. I didn’t know if I had a dream or not, but when I woke up,
I could only remember a face…Logan’s.
     
     
     

Chapter
Three
Lucas
     
    The rest of the week was much the same as
always, with a few exceptions, Emma for one. After our talk, she seemed to
flirt more with Derrick, and now he actually noticed, even returning the
attention. Even though their budding romance had nothing to do with me, it was
fun to watch. Between the hair tossing, eyelash batting, blushing, and
giggling, their daily behavior was my new entertainment.
    The dreams of Logan continued to haunt me. It was a little unnerving dreaming of someone I didn’t
particularly like. Thursday night I had a disturbing one about the two of us
walking hand in hand, down a dark street. I sensed a presence behind us, and
when I turned around, I glimpsed a hooded figure. With a blink, he was gone. I
woke feeling tired and restless.
     
    Friday night I had to work at the
concession stand, which I hated. Usually by the time I got home, I was drenched
in the stench of popcorn. Most people love the smell, but when you’re around it
for hours, it stays with you. It gets stuck in your nose and replaces all other
scents. And the constant sound of corn popping gets annoying after a while. I
was in a bad mood all around before I even started work, and my lack of sleep
the night before certainly didn’t help.
    When I held my
hand out for a customer to place her money into it, I noticed Logan Tate
standing in my line; it only added to my mood. As he moved closer to the front,
I noticed he seemed different. His hair was a little longer, and he was dressed
more casually, wearing a long-sleeve gray T-shirt and jeans. I thought he
looked better, more approachable. Of course, I knew that this change wouldn’t
improve his attitude.
    “Hi,” he said
as he stepped to the front of the line. “I didn’t know you worked here.” His
voice even sounded better.
    “Yep. What can
I get you?” I was still annoyed with him about the pizza incident.
    “Two large
popcorns and two large sodas.”
    I nodded and
turned around to fill his order.
    “Lucas!”
someone yelled. “We’ll meet you in the theater.”
    We both glanced
in the direction the voice came from, and there stood Kyle and Andy.
    I was so
surprised that I almost shouted, “You’re Lucas?”
    He raised an
eyebrow. “Yeah, who did you think you were talking to?”
    Still in shock,
I answered him. “Your brother.”
    His expression
turned from confusion to anger. “Sorry to disappoint you!”
    “I’m not
disappointed,” I blurted, which caused my cheeks to heat up.
    He raised