On Monday, I stood in front of the middle school building and shifted my weight from one foot to another anxiously. I definitely was excited about seeing Drake after two very, very long days, at least until Lucy Quinn brushed past me, almost knocking me over. I scoffed, and she smirked at me as she walked away, with her friends following close behind her like dogs. Some of them kept their dark eyes fastened on me as they strolled off by Lucy’s side. I looked away and tried my best to ignore them.
I just assumed that Lucy was acting bitchy, as usual, and I pretended that it never happened. Before I knew it, the thought of Drake returned to my mind, and I stepped into school with a bright smile on my face. As I strolled through the halls with my back straightened and my face plastered with pride, everyone stared at me as I passed them, hatred filling their eyes. At that moment, though, I didn’t care what they thought. I was dating Drake, and I wasn’t ashamed of it.
Mostly it was just the girls that glared at me, but some of the guys turned and exchanged a few whispers, also. I automatically assumed that they were questioning each other why Drake was dating a girl like me, just like the waitress at Alexander’s. Despite the sharp pang that I could feel slithering through my veins, I tried my best to ignore it, and strode on.
I was halfway to my locker when I saw Connor standing on the left side of the hall, leaning against his locker with a few other jocks swarming around him. He was chatting with them at first, until he saw me and then he slapped his mouth shut. I diverted my eyes away from his staring friends and dipped my head. Everything suddenly became silent, and I could feel Connor and his friends’ eyes pinned to my back as I left them, racing as fast as I could to my locker.
The pride and confidence that I felt before suddenly evaporated, and I hid my tears from everyone else. Not even the wonderful thought of the date on Friday comforted me as I made my way to my locker. Hastily I fiddled with the lock, but I had to try three times before I was able to unlock it. I wrenched it open and snatched a few things from inside before I slammed it shut, and I sped towards first period as fast as I could.
I continued to avoid the staring eyes filling the hallways in silence, listing all the wonderful things about Drake in my mind. He had that effect on me whenever he touched me, it was like a heat wave flowed through my veins. He was tall, built, and his face was the most gorgeous one that I had ever seen. But his smile made my stomach flip. It was absolutely perfect.
As I trundled down the hall, I found myself smiling at the thought of him. Everything about him was absolutely wonderful, and there was no question that I had feelings for him.
There was no question that I was in love with Drake Elias.
I never liked Lila Hoffman. None of the other students liked her, either. I made sure of it.
She was just one of those outsiders that barely talked to anyone else. Before I hated her for that reason, but once Sandy Thatcher told me the girl was hanging around my Drake, I disliked her even more. Once I first looked at Drake Elias, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was completely gorgeous, really tan, and had the most beautiful eyes.
It’s not like I’ve looked at them often, though, for Lila was the one following him everywhere. I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, a guy like Drake liking a girl like Lila? It had to be a joke.
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IdentityMystery / Thriller
In Springfield, a girl named Lila Hoffman was mocked, picked on and frowned upon by her other classmates. She knew that her moter was planning to divorce her father in a matter of months. Her life was falling apart. However, her life began to turn a...