Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

His coal black hair curls over the white collar of the navy and
sky blue striped rugby shirt he wears. Lifting his head from kissing
Blondie, he turns to laugh at something someone at the table says.
It’s him! The guy from the beach.
Those full and soft lips spread into the most beautiful, open
smile I have ever seen. So much more than that half smile he had
given me that morning. And I know, absolutely 100 percent know,
that one day I want him to smile at me that way.
Then I see a girl at the table—one of the lesser blondes—pointing
a finger in my gawking direction. Griffin’s gaze turns on me,
sees me openly staring at him, and erupts into laughter.
Winning that smile is going to be much harder than I thought.
“Absolutely not.”
“What?” I turn back to Nicole to find her glaring at me.
“Trust me,” she says with her customary bitterness. “You want
nothing to do with Griffin Blake.”
“Why not?”
“Because Nic and Gri—” Troy begins.
“Shut it.” She gives him a warning look and then turns back to
me, her bright blue eyes steady and serious. “Because no girl should
leave the Academy with a shattered soul.”
Without another word, she drops her gaze to her food and
resumes eating. I look to Troy for answers, but his attention is fully
on his plate, too.
Nicole’s warning doesn’t make any sense. Sure, he’s with the
cheerleaders and the jocks—normally a formula for making a jerk—
but when we met on the beach this morning he was totally nice. He
even got me home in time to clean up before school.
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