The Candidates
““Who are you?” I asked.
Esther, the traitor, ditched me as quickly as she had befriended me. She was now sitting next to Hennie and chattering at a frenzied pace. They were holding hands like long-lost lovers, with huge smiles on their faces. If they weren’t so happy it might have smarted a little that I was so easily forgotten and left to the sharks.
Er … the shark. Wow. Once I focused on him, I realized the shark was way better looking than I’d remembered. He must not have showered that morni...ng, or been sick or something, because he looked totally different now. He had thick black hair that covered his forehead and partially covered his steel-gray eyes. Spiky lines from a tattoo peeked out from the edge of his shirt. His face was all angles, with high cheekbones and hollows underneath and a sharp chin. He wore a dark T-shirt that hugged his wiry torso.
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, you know me,” he said. “In fact, I owe you a favor.”
“What do you mean?” I tried not to stare at the tattoo, but it kept catching my eye, like something was crawling on his arm.MoreLess
Esther, the traitor, ditched me as quickly as she had befriended me. She was now sitting next to Hennie and chattering at a frenzied pace. They were holding hands like long-lost lovers, with huge smiles on their faces. If they weren’t so happy it might have smarted a little that I was so easily forgotten and left to the sharks.
Er … the shark. Wow. Once I focused on him, I realized the shark was way better looking than I’d remembered. He must not have showered that morni...ng, or been sick or something, because he looked totally different now. He had thick black hair that covered his forehead and partially covered his steel-gray eyes. Spiky lines from a tattoo peeked out from the edge of his shirt. His face was all angles, with high cheekbones and hollows underneath and a sharp chin. He wore a dark T-shirt that hugged his wiry torso.
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, you know me,” he said. “In fact, I owe you a favor.”
“What do you mean?” I tried not to stare at the tattoo, but it kept catching my eye, like something was crawling on his arm.MoreLess
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