Breathe (Sea Breeze #1)(48)
Author: Abbi Glines

My stomach knotted. I gave him a tight smile and nodded before turning back to my book.

“What are your plans after school? I was thinking we could go get a drink and walk down to the beach.” He sounded so sure of himself and his offer I had to remind myself I was a good person and not mean.

I managed a smile and said, “I work after school, sorry.” I went back to trying to read my page.

“After work?” He seemed a little unsure of himself now.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go straight home and get homework done and help my mother with my little brother.” I wanted to add, I am not going to be dating anyone, so leave me alone, but I refrained and went back to reading.

He watched me a few seconds more, and then I heard him sigh and turn back around in his seat. I tried to comprehend what I was reading, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the words. I hated feeling like I was an item to be studied on a display shelf. Everyone wanted to watch and see what I would do. Once the bell rang, I grabbed my books and headed for the door as quickly as humanly possible. I needed to get away. Far, far away.

“Hey, Sadie, wait up,” Amanda called from behind me.

I slowed and turned to see her running to catch me.

“What did Dameon Wallace say to you?” She almost squealed in delight.

I frowned and tried to remember our one-sided conversation. “Well, he asked me out, I said no, and that was about it.” I kept my eyes on the hallway and didn’t think about the people staring at me.

“He asked you out?” she asked with a hushed reverence.

I simply nodded.

“OMG, he is the absolute hottest guy in Sea Breeze. You do know he is a quarterback, and not only that, he has several SEC schools interested in him.”

I had no idea, and I did not care. I shrugged and opened my locker to get my bag out. “That’s great. Good for him,” I replied.

She stood staring at me open-mouthed. “I can’t understand how you told him no. No one tells him no. Girls dream about him at night. He’s gorgeous. Did you see his arms?” She fanned herself. “Wow,” she added for extra affect.

I rolled my eyes. “Really, Amanda, if you like him that much, then you date him. I am just not interested.”

Amanda sighed and leaned back against the locker. “If he would acknowledge my existence, then I would go after him. But until today, I have never seen him interested in a girl in this school. He dates college girls.”

I slipped my bag over my shoulder. “Well, apparently, he has changed his mind,” I muttered.

“He is so cute. I don’t know how you turned him down,” Amanda droned on.

I liked Amanda, but I wasn’t in the mood for this. I wasn’t interested in this guy. “I need to get to work. Thanks again for waking me up.”

She nodded, and I headed for the exit. My first day back, and I was already hating school. If I could just blend in and go unnoticed, this would be bearable. I looked up to see Dameon headed my way, and I picked up the pace. I wondered how obvious it would be if I ran to my bike. My faster pace apparently tipped him off that I wasn’t in the mood to talk because he didn’t run after me. I had to get to work, but first I wanted to call and check on Sam.

The entire first week didn’t go very well. The only good news was Dameon had taken the hint and left me alone. However, after falling asleep again in the library during lunch, I realized I was going to have to stop going in there. I forced myself to face the lunch crowd. It really hadn’t been as bad as I thought. Amanda saved me a seat by her, and I liked her friends. Dylan McCovey wanted to reminisce about his July 4th party a little too much, but other than that, it was fine. Most days, I just sat at the table and listened to them talk. Every once in a while, someone would ask me a question or attempt to get me to join the conversation, but my social inadequacies, mixed with my being exhausted, didn’t make for a good conversationalist.

On Friday, Dylan had finally worked up the nerve to ask me about “Don’t Cry,” and I was proud of the way I handled it. I managed to talk clearly through the lump in my throat. My breathing didn’t get too constricted. In all outward appearances, I seemed normal and unfazed. I successfully replied, “I don’t know who it is about. He never sang it for me,” without choking up once. Monday, I had made it through my first period without falling asleep, which happened to be a miracle because Sam still couldn’t manage to get his days and nights adjusted, not even a little bit. I had even called Ms. Mary and asked her what I should do, and she said we needed to keep him awake more during the day. The problem with that when was Jessica wanted him sleeping so she didn’t have to deal with him. I hated to admit it to myself, but my mother was not being a very good mom to Sam. She ignored him mostly, and she still cried frequently. I couldn’t explain all that to Ms. Mary because it made Jessica sound bad, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear her down in anyone’s eyes. She just seemed so fragile.

Anyway, I was still managing to stay awake at school, and after fighting my heavy eyelids during a very boring lecture, I headed straight to the bathroom so I could splash cold water on my face to wake up. I had to fight this sleepiness. I wasn’t going to get the grades for a scholarship if I didn’t stay awake in my classes. I stepped around a group of girls to get through the congested hallway, and one of them pointed at me. I was use to this and I ignored it and kept my eyes on the bathroom.

However, one turned around. “Sadie White?”

I stopped and considered lying about my name, saying no, I was in fact Ivana, an exchange student who didn’t speak good English. But instead, I turned around to see the short redhead whom I’d met at the July 4th party. I immediately realized that unfriendly gleam in her eye.

“Hi, I’m Mary Ann Moore. We met at Dylan’s house this summer, but I doubt you remember me, after everyone you met that night.” She paused, as if I was supposed to say something, but I continued to stare at her, awaiting what she wanted with me. “Yes, well, um, I have the new edition of Teen Follower, and there is a picture of Jax Stone with his new girlfriend, Alana Harvey. She is going to be in his new music video…you know the one called ‘Don’t Cry.’”

I understood what this girl wanted now, and I didn’t know what I had done to her to make her hate me so much. My throat was dry and began closing up. So I decided against responding. She smiled as if pleased with my reaction and handed me the magazine.