I didn’t
know where else to go but my locker. Maybe I could act like I was poking around
in there for the next thirty minutes, until the lunch period was over. Of
course, I only had two books so far…but no one knew that but me.
“New
girl, huh?”
The guy
at locker 391 was movie-star handsome. His smile was pearly white, each tooth
perfectly straight and even. He had a perfect tan and perfect blonde hair, not
a single strand out of place.
“Um,”
My mind went blank as soon as I looked at him, and I felt a flush creeping up
my neck.
“Owen
Harper,” he winked one of his green eyes at me. “It’s always tough to be new.
Pretty soon you’ll blend right in.”
“Yeah,
right,” I mumbled.
“Just
remember to look down your nose at everyone at all times, and you’ll fit in
perfectly.” He grinned, and a smile sprang to my lips in response.
“I’m
Rain Ramey.” Finally I remembered my name, but he was already closing his
locker.
“Nice
meeting you, Rain Ramey.” Another flash of that perfect smile, and he turned to
move down the hall. I stared into my locker, wondering if now would be a good
time to just crawl inside. After all, it couldn’t be too bad to live in a
locker if I could see a glimpse of Owen Harper from time to time.
“There you
are!” I recognized the strident shriek immediately and jerked back out of the
locker to look down the hall.
“Oh no,”
I whispered to my History book.
“You’ll
never believe what this trashy scholarship girl did to me in the cafeteria!”
My
heart sank. The blonde wasn’t coming toward me -- she was heading right for
Owen. “Oh, no,” I groaned again.
“Carsyn!
Why are you in your gym clothes?”
“Oh my
God, what are you doing here?”
“This
is my locker,” I answered.
“You
two know each other?” Owen, poor guy, smiled at both of us.
Carsyn
was annoyed by his cluelessness, or so her dramatic eye-roll suggested. “This
is the girl I was telling you about. Look at my shoes,” and she shoved
them into his face. They were in her left hand; her feet were now clad in
silver sandals.
“You
know, Carsyn, I heard Kate Moore say she thought they were last season. Maybe
Rain here did you a favor,” Owen suggested.
“Last
season? Hardly. She probably doesn’t even know what that means. Wait a minute
-- Rain? Is that your name?”
“Sure,
she’s Rain Ramey,” Owen spoke up when I only stared at Carsyn. “And I think you
look great in your gym clothes.” He moved closer to her, and I felt my stomach
flip over. Together, they made a gorgeously blonde, perfect pair.
Of
course they were together. I should have known it the moment I saw Owen. Who
else would date Barbie but Ken?
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