I liked spending time in the library already, but now I spent the whole day looking forward to going now that Luke was going to be there with me. It gave me an entirely different feeling.
"You're making a mistake," Jake informed me as I made my way down the stairs to the library as he trailed behind me. "Are you even listening to me, Eb?"
I wasn't. He knew me well enough to know I wasn't going to listen to anything he had to say about Luke. He'd been complaining about him ever since I first told him I liked him, and ever since then, I'd been ignoring his complaints.
"All I'm doing is helping him with a project, Jake," I assured once we arrived at the library doors, not wanting him to follow me any farther. "It's not like this is some kind of date."
Though I wished it was. But I wasn't about to say that to Jake when he was already so paranoid.
My best friend rolled his eyes at me. "I know how you feel about him, Eb. I just don't want you to get hurt."
Shooting him a flat look, I said, "Luke wouldn't hurt a fly and you know it."
Jake shook his head. "The Lost Boys are all the same."
I knew the boys didn't like to be lumped together like that, especially with something so negative like Jake had just said. They may have had their few similarities, but for the most part, they were very different. People like Jake decided to ignore their differences and assume they were all pretentious, rude assholes who only cared about themselves and money.
I'd heard about the Lost Boys before they were Quinn, Luke, Christian, and Keegan. The four boys I had become friends with were the fourth class of Lost Boys, and the three classes before them had left a lot of stereotypes for the future groups to deal with.
The Lost Boys were supposed to be selfish, only caring about themselves and the money their parents gave them. They were supposed to not even care about the other Lost Boys in the group with them. Already, the four current Lost Boys didn't live up to those stereotypes. I'd seen firsthand how much the four of them cared about each other, and others outside the group that they were close to.
One of those people being me. All four of them had stuck up for me at one point during our friendship, even Quinn and Christian, one who loved to make my life a living hell and one who barely ever spoke. It was times like that that showed me that we really were friends, even if they did still get on my nerves.
Because the one stereotype they matched to a T was the most annoying to me. Lost Boys could get away with anything and everything because of all the money their parents donated. The boys got away with skipping school, passing on doing homework, and mouthing off or ignoring the teachers. They'd stopped doing this so frequently once I got on their case about it freshman year, with Quinn commenting that there wasn't any point on coming to school if they continued this cycle, and he wanted to see me, much to my chagrin. So now, they skipped class and homework rarely, ever though they could do it all they wanted, and this calmed my inner nerd.
"Does Luke know this isn't a date?" Jake asked me, holding his arm up in front of me to stop me from going anywhere.
I rolled my eyes. "Have you ever met Luke?"
"I'm just saying," he groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. "You like him, Ebony. You very obviously like him—"
"And I just don't want you to get hurt," he finished, cutting me off before I could finish my retort. "You obviously like him but he hasn't shown any interest in you that way."
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Ebony Reynolds goes to Neverland Academy, a prestigious high school for teens who come from wealthy backgrounds. She is close friends with the Lost Boys, the four wealthiest students who rule the school. She doesn't understand why people find them s...