Dreams of 18 (Heartstone, #2)

by Saffron A. Kent

“Because guys don’t notice me and that’s okay. I’m pretty invisible, Mr. Edwards.” I chuckle. Because chuckling is so much more preferable to crying over the fact that I’m lying to him. That no one forced me to do it but I’m doing it anyway. But then, I notice something that makes my chuckle die down. He’s staring at me so hard that I’m pretty sure that he’s drilling holes in my body. “What?” I ask. “You’re kidding, right?” The way he says it makes me think that he wants me to be kidding. That I better be kidding. “I’m kidding?” I dart my eyes around the room and sit up straight, lifting my chin from my knees, going alert. “Okay. About what though?” He doesn’t answer me as he takes long seconds to analyze my face. I’m analyzing his face, in turn. For the first time ever, I can read him. There’s a touch of disbelief on his features. His frown is one of incredulity and his eyes are inquisitive. “You don’t know,” he concludes finally, whatever he was trying to conclude. “Yeah, it makes sense. It’s the highway all over again. You don’t notice anything. How could you? You with your giant headphones and your nose stuck in a book. You’d sit under that tree, the one by the chemistry lab window and you’d write whatever the fuck you write in those goddamn journals. Of course, you don’t have a clue.” “What?” He shakes his head and scoffs. “Tell me something. In a class, how many times has a teacher singled you out to answer a question?” That is a very weird, out-of-the-blue query. I ...