It was only for a second but the bleachers and all the people in them started to spin as I lost my balance. I knew I was about to go toppling head first down the stairs and threw a hand out, desperate to grab something, anything, to brace my fall. Something cold and wet poured down my arm.
I looked up, shaken, only to realize that what I'd managed to grab was a boy holding a now half-empty cup. And not just any boy.
It was him.
The boy from last night.
"You again?" The bemused look on his face made every thing inside me tingle. "Are you okay?"
I quickly took inventory.
There was no pain, which probably meant I hadn't done any permanent damage, except to my clothes. Though his crisp polo shirt and khakis were still spotless, there were now dark soda blotches all over my favorite wool sweater that I was sure were never coming out.
I nodded. "I'm fine."
"We've got to stop meeting like this," he said, crooking me a smile. He stuck his hand out, picking me back up on my feet, just like the last time. I let him, grabbing on with sticky hands while he pulled me upright. He didn't break eye contact the entire time.
"I've got you, Lexy!" Brian grabbed me around the waist and jerked me backward toward him. "Are you all right?" His eyes raked up and down the length of my body with alarm, as if searching for broken bones.
"She said she's fine," the boy said, waving Brian off. "Well," he said, dimpling up at me, "it appears you're now wearing my soda, and I seem to be fresh out of handkerchiefs today. Perhaps we should go get something to clean you up?"
"Why don't you just watch where you're going instead, Preston!" Brian whipped around, cheeks red. "You could've really hurt Lexy!"
It was so unexpected, it took a minute for me to fully absorb Brian's words.
Preston? This was Ash Preston? The boy I'd been warned about?
I figured the best thing to do, the only thing to do now that I knew, was to just keep my mouth shut until he walked away, and I could forget we'd ever met.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
|Obviously not the author.|
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rektok ROSS is the author of the debut novel PRODIGAL. Rektok graduated college with a degree in journalism, which has since been forsaken in favor of fiction writing. Rektok likes all animals, a good underdog story, and dessert at every meal. Rektok currently resides in California.
You can visit Rektok online at www.rektokROSS.com or follow Rektok on Facebook atwww.facebook.com/therektokROSS.
WANT TO WIN A COPY OF THIS eBOOK?
Your choice of formats
Open only to those who can legally enter
Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary.
You must be 13 or older to enter .
The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen.
This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified.
The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning.
Giveaway was organized by BookHounds and sponsored by THE AUTHOR
VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.