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plastered on her.
    Her breath hitched as that haunting smile curled up on one side of his perfectly sculpted
    face. Harley quickly turned away before her insides could go gooey any further. She
     was a total and complete basket case, and if this was any inclination of how it was
     going to be with him there, then Harley was in severe ass trouble.
    Keep going, and don’t look back. You’re almost inside.
    She pushed past one last crowd, having earned her fair share of bitchy remarks in
     the
    process. She didn’t care. Hell, she would gladly take the cruel words from the crowd
     just to get away from that boy. For some reason, her face was flaming hot and her
     body was most likely
    warmed beyond the normal ninety eight point six degrees. She patted her cheeks. Ugh.
     What was wrong with her?
    As she cleared the entrance, she exhaled while closing her eyes in relief. She shouted
     a
    mental thanks to the air conditioner Gods above.
    With her heart finally back to a steady beat, Harley made it to her locker just in
     time to
    grab the necessities she needed for her first few periods. She slammed the metal door
     shut behind her and turned to move, but something hard and very, very tall was in
     her way. She gulped,
    lifting her chin only to notice a beautiful hemp necklace. It came complete with a
     tiny little surfboard charm that laid flat against the most perfectly sculpted neck
     ever. She shivered and not at all from the cold vents blowing air down on her. She
     peeled her eyes from the site, lifting them a little higher.
    A full set of spectacularly, shaped lips just so happening to surround a set of even
     more
    perfectly white teeth. Everything about this guy caught her off guard. She stifled
     a giddy laugh, tucking her lips into her mouth. She always giggled when she was nervous,
     no matter the
    situation.
    Sweet Jesus … he was hot.
    Then a jagged scar caught her attention along his chin, and her mind wandered through
    the possibilities of what might have happened. She snorted internally.
    Huh? Not so perfect now, are we, mister surfer boy?
    Hell, who was she kidding? That boy was made up of nothing but perfection. The scar
    only emphasized that more. She swallowed hard, finally fixating her eyes on his. Unfortunately,
     they were just as beautiful as she remembered.
    “Going somewhere, little beast?” he asked. His voice was deep and rich; like warm
    chocolate when it melted in her mouth.
    “Sorry,” she squeaked, staring down at her hands, trying not to appear all that affected.
    She cleared her throat and tried again. This time her confidence didn’t waver when
     their eyes connected. She was finally prepared. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. Can
     you move, please?” He didn’t move. If anything, he seemed to inch closer.
    Breathe, Harley. Just breathe….
    “No problem, I was just trying to get to class myself. Not sure where I’m going through,”
    he shrugged; a sense of vulnerability seemed to pass over him. It was surprising …
     and sweet.
    Then again, sweet was not always a good trait, was it…
    She reached for his schedule and only intended to verbally point him in the right
    direction. “Let me take a look?” Maybe on purpose, or maybe not, their hands grazed.
     Harley jumped. The still nameless boy smiled that knowing grin at her. She narrowed
     her eyes up at him wanting nothing more than to smack it off.
    Harley cleared her throat, clenching the paper tight as her eyes drifted through his
    information at the top of his pink schedule. Mason Daniel… For some reason, that name totally fit his surfer boy persona. She skimmed her finger over the sheet further.
     Dammit, they seriously had to share three classes together? First hour, fifth hour,
     sixth hour, all honor classes too.
    Just my damn luck, a smart boy and a hot boy, all wrapped up into one, perfect … never
    mind.
    “Well, I guess you’re stuck with me for first period Sociology, and then Advanced
    Chemistry and Honors