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Mom smiled at me. A smile that drew forgiveness from everyone Dxting easily. He came in at that moment and kissed her on the top of her head before he left for work. But first he came toward me and kstmore a noline on my forehead, too. When he was gone, I sat down across from my mom. Dad and I will try to be better, I promise. When she dragged my reas toward her and planted a kiss on my knuckles, she noticed my failed experiment and her forehead creased to a frown. Can you help me fix it before I have to go? Do I know him? My stomach had filled truble that butterfly feeling you always hear about, but it turned out to be just a burp from the soda I drank after the first half—which I suppressed of course.

The moral of that story: You know, because of my knee. We talked all of yesterday afternoon and he invited me to have a drink with him today. Maybe you can ask Ethan to meet up later? What other choice did I have, anyway? After Mom was done cleaning up the mess on my nails, I snagged a donut from the kitchen counter and left for school, eating on the way. The trouble with the nails had cost me too much time to sit through my usual breakfast of toast, eggs, and OJ this morning. Licking my fingers after the last bite, I walked through the doors of Grover Beach High and headed to my first class—science. Pushing through the crammed corridors always proved a little hard in the morning.

I shouldered my way through to my locker and got my science book out. As I banged the door shut and spun the lock, I caught a familiar figure in the corner of my eye. My heart started breakdancing. I stood there nailed to the floor for a moment, savoring that new experience down to the core. Eventually, I inhaled deeply a couple of times and walked up to Ethan. He was surrounded by a group of people, three guys and two girls exactly. They all looked like seniors, a class above me, and I knew none of them. He was talking to one of the girls, a Thai supermodel lookalike—all long legs, delicate features, and yards of black hair.

The first thing I noticed about Ethan was his clothes. The white shirt and battered jeans fit him a lot better than the Charlie Brown outfit of yesterday. His short blond hair was styled to a casual Mohawk, his lips curving into a flirtatious smile directed at the girl. A small sting in my chest made me aware of how much I disliked the sight of the two of them together, but I refused to read too much into this display and stopped next to him. When Ethan turned his head to me, his smile wavered. That caused my throat to dry out a little. Instead, his gaze wandered from my head to my toes in a skeptical once-over.

Heck, what was wrong with him today? And the worst thing about this was that all his friends were staring at me like I was some kind of alien. Where was the chatty, fun guy from yesterday? Could he really forget me so easily, or was he just playing stupid? Well, there was one way to find out. Clearing my throat, I straightened my spine. So maybe we can postpone the date until a little later? Would five work for you? Folding his arms over his chest, he actually had the nerve to laugh.

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As a round of chuckles erupted from his friends, I wanted to vaporize like a pnline in the sun. My hand with the CD Daating to my side. I swallowed hard, shock freezing my body, but I refused to let him have the last say. He could rtouble Dating trouble anna katmore read online crap on someone else. From behind, a humored female voice drifted to me—the Datihg Thai girl, I supposed. But deep down it still stung. Walking straight to science, I found my seat close to the window and slumped down with my arms crossed and chin onlie low. It took all of kaatmore seconds until Sam troublf Nick made a beeline toward me. Sam sank into the obline chair at my side, while Frederickson parked himself on the corner of my desk.

What has Rexd so wound up? From what I heard this morning, you and Ethan seemed to have quite a nice time after practice. Sam, who sat next to Nick in science, vacated the chair beside me for Trudy Anderson. But as soon as the teacher had come in and started the lesson, I got a text from Sam asking for the full story. Hiding my cell beneath the desk, I typed in the most important deets about my recent encounter with Ethan and sent the message off. Her reply was a sad smiley face, but another text followed soon.

She suggested we skip lunch with the guys in the cafeteria today, get the girls together instead, and go into a huddle out on the campus grounds. This sounded exactly like what I needed. I looked up from my phone and over to her, pressed my lips together, and nodded. In a final text, I asked her not to tell Nick what had happened. With Sam, Lisa, and Simone in most of my classes, the morning went by quickly enough. They were all taken aback as much as I was when they heard what had happened. When lunch break came and we found a place outside in the sun where we ate the sandwiches that Sam had picked up at the cafeteria, I could finally rant in a volume fit for a situation like this.

It felt so good to just let it all out and not whisper behind cupped hands anymore. You should have heard him, oh my God! First, Lisa will tell Hunter to kick Ethan off the team. And then we go shopping. Buying new books always did to my soul what conditioner did to frizzy hair. There was only one problem. I have to drive out to Nipomo with my mom after school to pick up her car.

We should be home around four. Dead was going to end in another argument. He could look after himself very well. But since my gran had died of a heart attack two years troubble, Mom kqtmore become hyper-careful and overly protective of him. That particular day, Dad Datng begged on kaatmore knees for Katmofe to go with him to a very boring, very late charity banquet his troble had invited him to. Ann was sitting at her sewing machine when it happened. She just slumped forward and was dead. It was over within seconds, the doctor had told us. No way would Mom have heard anything, given that we lived next door. Still, that was the time when the Dating trouble anna katmore read online had begun.

And they had never stopped. Reading in Daring silent house was the best thing I could think of. And I planned to do that iatmore after shopping with the girls today. We Dating trouble anna katmore read online in one after the other, me being the last to walk through the door. Just as it slid closed behind me, I heard the first traitorous gasp from Simone. Another followed instantly from Sam and Lisa. Sam was small enough that I could look over her head, but it took Simone, who was as tall as me, stepping aside for me to catch a glimpse of the person who had stunned them into silence. Ethan sat at the bar.

My heart pounded like a Datlng drum—not from excitement to see him, but from anger. Whatever it was, when he saw me, he cracked a qnna smile. I gritted my teeth and just followed the others past him. Simone stopped walking and cast me a quick glance full of questions over her shoulder, but I shook my head, so she katmkre to the low, rectangular table in the back. I, on the onljne hand, turned around and folded my arms over my chest. He peered at me, tongue-tied, for a couple of seconds. His brows furrowed even more as he slid from the bar stool to stand before me. He was a pretty boy with dark hair and even darker eyebrows. His name was Ted, and I knew him from my journalism class.

Man, payback felt so good. Ted qnna then and served each of us a hazelnut latte deluxe. I took my cup and lifted it in a salute to my friends. He paid for it before he left. And he says sorry for whatever shit he supposedly dumped on you. Sam smacked me on the back until I could rtouble again. I wiped the foam off my mouth. Married woman having sex in livorno Ethan really that crazy? A great help they were. Adding the sugar to my latte, I stirred until it sank into the foam. How does that deserve a second chance? And the side I got to know of Ethan yesterday made me want to spend more time with him. It was as if we were on the same wavelength.

Maybe there did aanna some weird explanation for his behavior this morning. There were certainly no anti-amnesia pills involved, though. Finding out the truth tempted me… Only, was it really worth the effort? Hrouble should Dxting do? The shopping afterward was pure delight. I found a dozen books to add to my TBR stack, a pair of skintight blue jeans, a picture frame—which I had no idea how to fill Sex games over the phone needed to have because of the beautiful seashells on it—and some accessories for my hair. Satisfied, exhausted, and happy, I sank against the door when I got home and reveled in the silence in the house.

My new books found a place on the giant shelf my dad had built katmoee me some years ago and which reached from wall to wall on one side of my room. There was no time to put them away. Quiet nights were as holy to me as Christmas Eve. Armed with a book, I settled on my bed in the corner next to the window and stuck my feet under tead crochet blanket that my grams had made for my eighth birthday. Bambi was on that quilt. It was my most valued treasure. Before I began to read, I leaned as far out of my bed as I could without falling. My arm was just DDating enough to reach the top drawer of my desk where I kept a pack of liquor-filled chocolate pralines. Placing them katmoee the mattress next to me, I shoved a piece into my mouth.

The pralines would keep my hunger in check, because no way was I going to stop reading for dinner alone. Around nine, Dad came home and knocked on my door to say hi. I waved readd the bed and when he closed the door again, I finished this volume in my now-favorite series. As I turned off the light a couple of hours later, I hoped to dream of the Scottish Highlands. What made you think that you and I would be going out together? Afterward, I walked up to Ethan and spit it all at his face. Luckily, I woke up after that. The guy seemed stuck in my mind like a toothpick in a cheese cube. So how could I get him out of there?

Sitting at the kitchen table and shoving a spoonful of scrambled eggs into my mouth, I wondered if it was better to evade soccer practice for a while. At least until my knee was fine and Ethan would have to clear the field for me again. Not seeing him seemed like the easiest way to forget about him. I toasted myself with my glass of orange juice on that decision and washed the eggs down with a sip, then I got ready for school. A few minutes before the bell rang, I slipped into the building and headed straight for my first class.

Certain that Sam would be the first to grill me this morning on the subject of Ethan and how I felt about him today, I was surprised to run into Lisa in the hallway. Patiently, I waited at the corner of the hallway, off to the side, for a couple of minutes, until a familiar voice carried to me—and caused the hair at the back of my neck to stand on end. I cast a look over my shoulder. In front of the restrooms, Hunter and Ethan were engaged in a chat. It looked like one had just come out and one was about to walk into the restrooms, but both had too much to tell the other to move on.

Instantly, I shielded my face with one hand and lowered my head. And probably Ethan, too. So much for not going to soccer practice to avoid Ethan. Seeing him today totally ruined my intention of getting the blockhead out of my mind. Maybe we needed to talk it out once and for all—just so I could stop thinking about him and hopefully sleep better. But with my nerves in this state, I could hardly walk over and confront him. What misery, and before first period even started. Frustrated, I banged my head against the wall behind me, pulling at my hair. Lisa, who was standing with her side to me, must have caught my angst.

I had no idea which subject Lisa had with her, but they seemed on very close terms. My breakfast rolled around in my stomach, but I ignored that queasy feeling and walked straight up to Hunter and Ethan, gaining speed and courage as I went. Ethan saw me first. Though he kept talking to Ryan, his eyes focused on me alone. Only when I stopped a couple of feet before him and stared at him did he cut off mid-sentence. Surprised, Hunter turned to me, too, but I ignored him. As he cocked his head then, a taunting grin replaced his frown.

Ryan had all my respect as team captain and I valued him as a really good friend, but right now I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. He put his other hand on my shoulder and turned me to face Ethan again. The duplicate of the nice guy I met Monday afternoon started to shake with laughter. Hell, now I get it. And, holy guacamole, I had to find Ethan and sort out this terrible misunderstanding. After all, I still had the live album of Volbeat in my backpack. Moments later, though, it hit me that I might not find Ethan or—worse—I might mistake Chris for him again.

To avoid another disaster, I stopped in my tracks, spun around, and walked back to the guys. Hunter was laughing, but Chris still had his eyes on me. I must have made quite the impression. Not a very good one, I was sure. Then I scribbled my number on him. Maybe my behavior startled him into silence. I pushed it at his chest. He let a smirk loose that sped up my pulse. As I turned and walked away, I banged straight into Lisa. My schoolbag slipped from my shoulder and landed on the floor. I made no effort to keep my voice low like hers. I knew it could only be him when an unknown caller ID flashed on my phone, and I picked up with a galloping heart.

This was not Ethan. I moaned, disappointed and twice as frustrated. The handwriting on my forearm objects. That means I have to get up and walk over there. Chris laughed, and he sounded amazingly sweet when he did. Ow, crap, that hurt. Thank God it was my good knee. The pain came and faded quickly. Well, I did date her yesterday. And I might again sometime. Are you not a safe girl to date? Please, go get Ethan now and stop wasting my time. It was so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

I heard some rustling at the other end of the line, a knock, and the faint sound of a door being opened. More rustling and a smack followed. I wondered if Chris had tossed him the phone. A moment of silence passed. Then a deep breath—my breath—and finally a laugh from the other end. But how could I have known they were twins? They were the ones who had messed around with me. Heck, Ethan should have figured all that out way before me—before I made a complete idiot of myself. Walking to the window, I gazed at the street below. Yeah, I would have liked that. I squeezed my eyes shut and suppressed a silly little squeal. It made him chuckle.

Go out with me, go out with me! You know, to make good for standing me up yesterday. Or you can come over to mine. My folks are a little busy tonight. My cell dropped to the floor with a clang. Did you just hurt yourself? Stumbling around his house this way was not an option for making up for our missed first date. After I hung up, I went downstairs to ask my mom for her car. My hair was in a perfect ponytail, skin a healthy pink—too pink—no leftovers from lunch between my teeth, and there were no stains of any sort on my light green tee. Ethan, here I come! Now I knew why the girls all had anxiety attacks before their first dates. Not that this was really a date, it was merely hanging out with Ethan.

Heck, I was so going to title this a date later when I called Sam and told her everything about it. And my CD was playing somewhere in that house. A smirk slipped to my lips. I rang the doorbell and waited while the first line of Ode to Joy played out, drowning out my music. When the door opened, I found myself face to face with a woman who looked set to run me over like a bus. She pushed her arms through the sleeves of a beige trench coat, slipped into a pair of black pumps, flicked her amber hair over her shoulder, gave me a smile, and slid the strap of her purse up her arm, all at the same time. I swallowed, feeling the nervous pit in my stomach again.

But honestly, what else was I to say? She left me standing in the entrance, excusing herself. Obviously, she was running late. The door slammed shut behind me, but there was no sign of Ethan. In fact, the music was all that was to be heard for the next twenty seconds. I felt a little stupid being left alone in this house and considered walking outside to ring the bell once more. Eventually, I shook my head and tracked the sound down the hallway to the back of the house. There were two doors next to each other at this part of the bungalow. A shudder skittered down my spine at the memory of our chat on the phone. The loud music blasted away my every thought as soon as I opened the door.

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