Formerly titled: The Mistake
She was the only girl at an elite all-boys boarding school. He was the one boy she should've stayed away from.
Denver Rosewood didn't mean to end up at Cobain Academy- it was a paperwork disaster. But what started as the...
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"You've got this Denver, you're gonna knock all their socks off," Finn grins, jumping around me as I put my shoes on.
"But drink lots of water, it's hot today," Logan adds.
"She's a runner, Logan, I think she knows to drink water," Grant mocks, rolling his eyes.
"Well, it's still nice to remind her," Greyson takes up for Logan.
"Guys, I'll be fine," I reassure them with a smile on my lips. "I run all the time, this isn't any different."
"But it is different, look at all the guys you'll have to run with," Logan grimaces, motioning towards the stretching guys on the track.
I laugh softly. "It'll be okay."
"A bunch of sweaty guys is never okay," he mutters.
"You sure about that," Greyson mumbles, winking.
I shake my head and grin, standing up. "I better head down and start stretching."
"Have fun, we'll be cheering you on," Finn says energetically.
I smile and look back to them. "Thanks but you guys really didn't have to come."
"It was either this or having to play Roblox with Finn. I'm perfectly fine with this option," Grant assures while Finn shoots him a dirty look.
I giggle and turn, making my way down to the track. Logan wasn't lying, there are a pretty good amount of boys down here. I don't recognize any of them but I don't stop to worry about it.
My feet fall in line with everyone else and I immediately begin to stretch. I get strange looks but I just smile at them in return.
One boy in particular beside me is staring at me like I've got two heads. I meet his eyes and smile cheerfully, trying to make a good impression with my new teammates.
"Nice weather to run, huh?" I smile, trying to make conversation. He stops stretching and looks down at me with disdain. His hand rakes through his ebony hair as he eyes me up and down.
I'm suddenly oh so aware of the clothes I have on which, I didn't think were bad but right now I'm scared he might be getting the wrong idea.
I slowly stop stretching as he is and I look up at him nervously. "Sorry, um, is there something wrong?"
He furrows his eyebrows at me, stepping closer. I take a step back, trying to not make it apparent how uncomfortable I am. His head cocks at my movements and I watch the muscles in his arms flex.
"You aren't.. planning on running with us, are you?" He asks, a certain cockiness to his voice and a small smirk on his lips.
I glance around then back to his dark eyes nervously. "I was going to.." I say, confused.
