me the whole time? “I, uh, was thinking about getting some hot chocolate.” I nibbled on my lip while I waited for his response. I didn’t know what I was more worried about—him asking what I was keeping in my locker or him already knowing, which would mean I’d need to find a different spot. But was Tyler the type to steal? I wouldn’t put it past him .
“By yourself?” A smile formed on Tyler’s mouth. It was the kind of smile that could get him out of any kind of trouble. It was a beautiful smile.
I nodded. “Yup.” Clearly he knew I had no friends. I looked around, watching students as they started to clear out of the building either going home or hanging out with friends. I glanced back at Tyler, who raised his eyebrow. “So, what are you up to?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could. So, of course, it came out the opposite way.
“I’m going with you to get some hot chocolate.”
“You are?” I could feel the excitement course through my body. Tyler had never asked to hang out before. He didn’t exactly ask now, but I wasn’t going to let him inviting himself bother me.
“Of course,” he said, “and the others are going to be there.” He grabbed my hand, and we started walking toward the exit of the school. I tried to smile at the fact that he was holding my hand, but the thought of seeing his friends put a frown on my face.
I hated his friends. And I knew hate was such a strong word that shouldn’t be used, but I did hate them. They were terrible people. They couldn’t have a good day unless at least ten people were miserable. And they would make them miserable. But did they ever get in any trouble? Nope. It was because all of them were the epitome of beauty. And when you were the epitome of beauty, you got what you wanted when you wanted it while everyone else looked the other way. Tyler might have had his faults, but he was nowhere near as bad as Mandy and Sarah. Just thinking of their names sent chills down my spine. George at least tried to be a decent guy. He was Tyler’s best friend. He was just a little bit shorter than Tyler, but he didn’t let his height get in the way. He still excelled at everything. He had dark chocolate-brown skin and light hazel eyes. Girls would throw themselves at his feet, but he never seemed interested in any of them. He spent most of his time hanging out with Tyler or beating everyone in sports. Sarah was taller than me but shorter than the boys, with long, curly red hair and mossy green eyes. She was so skinny everyone assumed she never ate. She probably didn’t. She and I had been best friends when we were little until Mandy came along. Mandy had transferred from Inonia, and she and Sarah had become instant best friends, throwing me out like a piece of trash. Mandy was stunning. She was tall with long, curly blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and boobs that every girl wished they had. She was as skinny as Sarah, but she ate all of the time. I always imagined she threw up after every meal, but she was lucky enough to just have the perfect body and be able to eat whatever she wanted without gaining a pound. I, on the other hand, could eat a piece of pizza and gain like twenty. Probably not that much, but that was how it seemed to me. One last thing about Mandy: she was in love with Tyler. Everyone knew it. If you were within ten feet of Tyler, Mandy would give you a look that said to move or have your eyes gouged out. I liked my eyes, so when Tyler came asking for a paper, I made sure there was enough space between us. If Mandy had seen us holding hands, she would have broken my spine.
“Mia?” Tyler said, breaking through my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t see you at the party last night,” he said. I slipped my hand from his, mourning on the inside, and zipped up my jacket as we walked outside into the cold. Wind blasted in our faces, making me blink back invading tears. Snow clouds started to take over the sky; it would definitely snow
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