Stuck With The Four Hotties

I can maintain that stare without losing part of my soul. It's absolutely terrifying ... and thri

tmarish grin. "My family actually built this school, and yet, we still pay to

as he reaches out and teases a strand of my loose hair around his finger. He gives a

erything I've got. One bonus of growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, you learn to stand up for yourself. Tristan ba

air, but he's already leaning back, dropping his arm-and his smile-with a sudden change in expression. His lids go half-lidded

et me and he was ... well, doing something with an older girl in the closet. What, exactly, he

stic. I've clearly been paired with the rudest-and probably richest-boy at this school. And probably the best looking, too. My heart flutt

Tristan doesn't seem to notice or care that I'm short of breath. Nor does he seem to notice or care th

y fingers lifting the badge up for Tristan's inspection, flashing his name on

hen snap a picture for my dad, but I'm going to have to get used to the idea of not having a phone. That, and my gut instincts are telling m

eed. Unconsciously, I cross my arms over my chest and he chuckles. It's not a pleasant sound, not even close. Instead, Tristan's laughter is mock

me." Reaching out, Tristan runs his fingers down the side of my jaw, and I slap his hand away. He snatches my wrist and holds it there

I start, lifting my chin, nostrils

nt is that rich boys are far more dangerous than poor ones. The poor ones might join gangs and pack heat, might rough you up for walking in the wrong neighborhood, but the rich ones have

r, raising goose bumps on my arm. I can't decide if I like or hate his proximity, his long, lean body brushing up against the front of me, one knee

qui

l mouth a waste on such a haughty face. He's too full of himself to be pretty. Liar, my mind whispers, but I brus

ascination brewing in me that I know I should tamp down. Play with flame and get b

down at me like I'm gum on the bottom of his shoe. I'm not surprised. By

as heat rushes up the back of my neck and burns

st his black silk t

alone on the walkway. On either sid

od omen, not a