face. “I turned her down,” he roared, spittle flying from his lips. “I could have that girl any day I wanted,” he cried, enraged.
Conner shrugged, but the humorous light didn’t disappear from his eyes. He started to torture his friend some more when Gabriel spoke up. “Oliver’s right. I’m with Claire.” He turned with a sigh, pulling his friends towards the field. “But that doesn’t mean she’s fair game you two! I called dibs.”
“Oh man, no way!” Conner retorted. “That’s so not cool.” He instantly backed down under Gabriel’s stern glare. He threw up his hands. “Fine. But I think its wrong man.”
“Now, let’s forget the girl and win this game,” Gabriel called as the count down clock buzzer sounded. He jogged alongside his friends, determined not to think of those amazing eyes again until after the game was over. But that was easier said than done.
Chapter 2
The next two weeks flew by pretty quick for Roseline. She settled into a normal routine. Sadie and William picked her up every morning, spent lunch with her and happily shared a ride home in the afternoons. Their quick wit, hilarious practical jokes and overall jovial attitude kept Roseline from missing home too much.
In fact, she was shocked when Sadie mentioned how much time had passed at lunch. “So…you’ve survived hell week times two. How does it feel to officially no longer be the new student?”
Roseline frowned, confused. “There’s a newer student than me?”
“Yep,” William nodded, struggling to swallow a massive bite of his greasy sausage pizza. “Nicolae arrived yesterday. Mom and dad went to pick him up at the airport. We didn’t even get to meet the kid before school today. Kinda weird if you ask me.”
“Weird? Are you kidding?” Sadie squealed, bouncing on the edge of her seat. “I’m stoked! I’ve got a super hot foreign exchange student staying in my home for the whole semester. What could be weird about that?”
Roseline grinned. “Not that you’re excited or anything.”
“Darn right I am!” Sadie pounded on the table. A few people cast curious glances her way but she remained oblivious. “I’ve got dibs on the hottie!”
“And which hottie would be you referring to?” a meek voice called from just behind Sadie. She whirled around, her expectant smile drooping.
“Oh no,” she groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
As Roseline glanced at the tall boy standing behind Sadie, every muscle in her body locked down. The fight or flight response kicked into overdrive as her mind screamed at her to make a decision.
Standing before her was a boy with startling green eyes and a thick Romanian accent. She’d seen him before. He was the boy that’d been at the bus stop in Brasov the day she’d escaped from home. The one that’d watched her intently as she rushed away. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
The boy stumbled over his feet as he hurried into a chair between Sadie and William. He pushed the twisted metal rimmed glasses back up his shiny nose and turned his full attention on Sadie. “Nicolae Dalma, at your service.”
“Oh man,” Sadie grumbled, pulling away from the offered hand. She leaned towards William. “Can we send him back?”
William glanced at the pimple faced weasel he’d be sharing his home with. “Unfortunately I think mom might frown on that idea.”
“Figures,” Sadie mumbled, scooting her seat as far away from Nicolae as she could.
His eyes swept past William, widening with shock and a hint of apprehension when he noticed Roseline. He took in her pale flawless skin, startling aqua eyes and rigid manner. “And you are?” he forced himself to ask politely.
“Leaving. Come on Sadie,” Roseline called, her voice trembling slightly as she slung her bag over her shoulder, leaving a nearly fully