He was the boy who’d always slunk into class late if he felt like it. The teachers didn’t even give him a hard time, because there would be no point. He gave off an aura of “I don’t care what you think.” I’d found him ridiculously attractive. It wasn’t just his too-long eyelashes, either. I’d had it bad for his attitude. I was a cautious good girl, always too fearful of authority to say the things inside my head. Watching him became my hobby. But the idea that Jude Nickel would ever look my way had been pretty ridiculous.
