Zola Flash (The Zola Flash Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

head back into my dream, of a songbird picnic with Pin.
    A splash of ice cold water hits my face, and I jump off the bed, gasping. “I’m up, I’m up!” I spin toward Pin, whose eyebrows are folded low within his frown. “What was that for?”
    “I told you to get up. Your clothes are already laid out.” He points to a stack of clothes lying neatly on the chair.
    As I trudge pass Pin, I flip my long wet hair in his face. To my surprise, he inhales as the strands flow underneath his nose, and fully turning around to face him, I drink him in. I could spend my entire day just gazing at Pin, staring at all the wonderful features that makes him him . Unfortunately, he has a habit of finding a way to ruin my day.
    I pick up the clothes. My eyes water at the sight of them alone. Not even an elderly mother would consider wearing this. I go to throw the ancient outfit back onto the chair—no way will I wear it, the thought alone makes me want to vomit –but instead I fold my fist around the repulsive pile of fabric and stalk into the other room.
    Pin is about to pull on a shirt when I pass through the door. The sight of his bare chest is just as graceful as his gorgeous face, perfect in every way. He turns, jumping as soon as his gaze catches on me, which makes me jump. Who would have guessed the big bad Payohlini could be startled?
    I throw the outfit in Pin’s face, “You have to be kidding me.”
    Pin glides over and leans down until his warm lips meet my ear.  “Learn to like it ‘cause it’s your new best friend.” His tone is seductive, and as his warm breaths skate over my ear, my knees weaken. Straightening, he turns for the doorway, but pauses before he passes through.  “You might want to get that examined,” he says, and although he doesn’t look back, I hear the smile in his voice. “I think your heart’s beating a little too fast, even for a Victian.” With a chuckle, he ducks out through the door.
    Alone, I sit on the floor and lay out the clothing. If I must wear these awful items, some adjustments will need to be made. I tear at least two-thirds off the length of the skirt, but not too much as I don’t want look like the girl from last night who barely had anything covered. I also tuck in the sides of the shirt by ripping along the seams and tying them back in tighter, giving it a little bit of shape. There are also a pair of socks that comes up to my knees, about the only suitable piece among the pile.
    Once I’ve finished dressing myself, I trot to the kitchen, where I find Pin drinking something that looks far from appetizing.
    Pin glances up, a lazy gesture, until his eyes widen and his lips part.
    I shimmy over, letting my hips do their own talking. “How do I look?”
    “You . . .” Pin’s gaze dances over me, his eyes still wide. “… destroyed it.”
    “No, I made it look better.”
    “Whatever.” Pin glances me over again. “Come, I need to talk to you.”
    I wrap my arms around Pin’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
    He unfolds my arms and moves away from me. “Nothing bad. I just want to talk about our new life.” He pauses, as I move to the other side of the table, waiting until I’ve taken a seat before continuing, “We are going to have to blend in with these people. Luckily, I’ve found out where we are. This place is called New York. Girls your age go to school.” He pauses again, and his gaze meets mine. “So I enrolled you into Manhattan Academy for boys and girls, where I have applied to be one of the physical education teachers.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two pieces of paper. “These are our schedules. You did have a uniform to wear,”—his eyebrow arches upward—“but you destroyed it. Don’t ask me how I did it, but we should now blend in on Earth.”
    I check over the schedules. We have no classes together. Calculus II, Chemistry III, Biochemistry are my main classes. I know my people are very competent when it comes to the matter of