When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)

by Lindsey Iler

I hate his apparent amusement at my reaction to him. As she walks by, she shoves her shoulder into mine. Make no mistake. She proved her point. As I reach for the door, Graham opens it for me. I slide past him into the hallway, and he follows me. The click of his cleats on the tiled floor gives him away. When I pass the locker room, I expect him to go in, but he doesn’t. "Do you need something?" I spin to face him. Graham stops and leans against the wall. He acts like following me isn’t anything out of the ordinary, when in fact, it’s anything but normal. "What's your name?" Graham quizzes as he plays with the belt around his pants. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here." For crying out loud. That's just perfect. If I didn't already feel invisible, he just hammered the last nail in my social pariah coffin. "You probably haven't," I answer, resentment oozes from my words. "Why would you?" I say the last part under my breath. Hoping to put as much distance between us as possible, I sprint down the hall. Graham doesn’t take the hint. He pushes off the wall and catches up to me. His heat slams against my back. "I'll ask again. What’s your name, beautiful?" I roll my eyes at the generic pet name. I’m not his type. What’s his angle with this? A million scenarios run through my head where Graham would speak to me, but I can’t come up with one reason Graham should. I’m glutton for punishment, so I take the bait. “Kennedy. What’s yours?” I ask as if I’m clueless to his popu...