The twin finally edged around Dawson, glancing over his shoulder with a lopsided grin. “Behave,” was all he said. Out loud, at least.
Bethany’s brows rose. “Uh…”
“Ignore Daemon. That’s what I do most of the time.” Dawson extended his arm, and she slid in front of him. “He has poor social skills.”
Unsure if he was joking, she decided to skip right over that one. “It must be cool, having a twin, though.”
“Ah, not sure if cool is the right word.” He flashed a grin. “But we’re not twins.”
Out in the crowded hallway, Bethany frowned. “You’re not? Could’ve fooled me and the world.”
His laugh was husky, deep, and really nice to hear. “We’re triplets.”
Her eyes popped wide. “Holy crap, there’re three of you?”
“We have a sister.” He walked close to her, so their shoulders bumped every few steps. She found that deliciously distracting. “She’s fraternal and a lot prettier than us.”
There were three of them but one was a girl. Triplets. Craziness. “Are you guys close?”
He nodded, following her up the stairs like yesterday. Apparently being on time to class wasn’t a big deal for him.
“Yeah, we’re pretty close. Especially Dee, my sister, and me. She’s a doll.” He paused, angling his body around a flock of students. “Daemon isn’t too bad, either. The boy would give his left arm for the two of us. Do you have any siblings?”
“A brother—half brother,” she said, smiling. When he spoke of his sister and brother, there was real love in his voice. So rare nowadays. Most of her old friends back in Nevada did nothing but bitch about their brothers and sisters. “He’s only two.”
“Ah, a little butt…”
Bethany stopped right in the middle of the hall. “What did you say?”
Dawson’s brows lowered. “Uh, I said little butt. I hope that wasn’t, uh, offensive?”
“No.” She stared up at him, which alone was a feat. “It’s just what I call Phillip—little butt. That’s his nickname.”
Dawson’s expression relaxed into a grin. “Really? That’s so funny. Daemon and I call Dee that all the time. She hates it.”
Folding her arms, she met his stare. “Do you watch a lot of TV?”
“Only when Daemon forces me to.”
Holy moley… “What about movies?”
The grin reached his eyes. “Not that big of a fan. I’m an outdoors kind of guy. I’d rather be hiking than sitting around.”
She thought of painting and how she’d rather be doing that than anything else. There was just one more thing. “Do you love sugar? Like, always have to eat a lot of sugar?”
He laughed. “Yeah, any more questions? The bell’s about to ring.”
Love of sugar had to mean true love. It just had to. A smile spread across her face, so big that she should’ve been embarrassed. “No. That’s all.”
“Good.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail back behind her ear. The brush of his knuckles across her skin went through her system like a bolt of lightning. “What are you doing after school? Want to grab something to eat?”
“I thought we were doing that on Sunday?”
“Yeah, we are, but I just wanted to make plans for this weekend. That has nothing to do with today.”
Her mouth opened and a laugh snuck out. God, he was just…there were no words. Mom would be expecting her home right after school, and that’s what she should do. Plans had been set for Sunday, but that seemed so far away. Days away…
The warning bell shrieked, causing her to jump.
“Bethany Williams.” He said her name teasingly.
Her lashes lifted and she started to shake her head no. “Yes.”
…
Bethany should’ve known that Dawson Black was trouble with a capital T, all rounded up in six feet and then some of lean muscle and disarming smile, from the moment she’d spotted him.
Boys were so complicated.
And boys like Dawson? Ah, so much more complicated.
Most guys didn’t have an ounce of the charisma he exuded. No wonder she liked him and was already planning to tell her mom that she was staying after school to do some art stuff. An easy, believable lie, since she’d done plenty of extracurricular work like that several times a week in Nevada. That she was already so willing to lie about him only further cemented in her mind the fact that she liked him way too much. And they had only spoken a few times. Bethany wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet.
She hadn’t expected how quickly he got under her skin. And she really wasn’t prepared for the slightly empty feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched him jog around the corner to his science class. God…she actually missed him.
She definitely wasn’t looking over her shoulder in the hallway for him when she stopped at her locker before lunch. Nope. Not at all. Her mind wasn’t wrapped up in a boy she’d just met. And she definitely didn’t keep comparing every color of green to eyes that shone like polished emeralds.
Bethany drifted through the rest of her classes, nervous and excited and wound up like the tight ball of rubber bands that Simon Cutters always held in his hand throughout chemistry. After he’d tossed it in the air for about the fiftieth time, she wanted to grab it and throw it through the fogged-over windows in their classroom.
In gym, she kept staring at Dawson, who was at another ping-pong table playing against Carissa, a quiet girl with the coolest horn-rimmed glasses Bethany had ever seen. Her gaze went right back to him.