Obscured (The Obscured Series Book 1)

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Authors: C.M. Boers
couldn’t follow all
of them so I appointed myself to hang on the ones that Pete was involved
in.  Pete was engrossed in a discussion about football with the boys since
they were all on the football team together. They were talking about drills or
something that they were doing at practice that day. None of it made sense to
me.
    From
what I gathered about the group, Zach and Breanne were dating, and Mason and
Alexis liked each other but there wasn’t anything concrete there yet. They both
seemed too shy to do anything about it.
    I
caught wind of Breanne, Alexis and Bailey discussing the upcoming Homecoming
dance that was happening in three weeks. Breanne was going with Zach, while
Alexis wanted Mason to ask her. I was guessing she would get her wish. 
    I
liked going to dances, though it was pretty uncommon for me to actually go with
a date. I couldn’t deny, at least not to myself, that I wanted Pete to ask me.
Who knew if he would or not and even if he didn’t, I planned to go anyway. I
didn’t care about being a third wheel, because dances were always fun
regardless of whether you had a date or not.
    Once
lunch was over, I said goodbye to Bailey and Pete walked me to my class.
    “What
did you think of my friends?” he asked as we walked.
    “They
were really nice.”
    I
truly could see myself becoming friends with them. Their endless banter at
lunch reminded me of my friends back in California, which just made me miss
them even more. I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to be back in my home
state. 
    “Oh
yeah? I'm glad. I had hoped you would like them. I have been friends with them
for a long time.” 
    As
we arrived at the door of my class, we came to a halt.
    “Well,
I should get to class,” he said slowly.
    “Yeah,
me too, I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me.”
    He
winked before he turned to walk away. Before I walked into class, I watched him
until I could no longer see him in the crowded hallway.
    The
rest of the day passed uneventfully, but I hit the nail on the head when I
thought I wouldn't like swimming at school. Thankfully, my bathing suit was a
one-piece. I would have been twice as uncomfortable in front of the class in a
two-piece. I am quite modest about my appearance, more-so than most girls my
age. Flaunting what I have isn’t something I enjoy, that’s for sure.
    After
changing into my clothes after swimming, I checked the mirror to see how I looked.
Just as I had thought: terrible. My makeup had turned the area under my eyes
black, making me look like a raccoon, and my hair was matted from the water. I
took a few minutes to clean my face and tame my mane before I headed home.
    As
I began to walk home, I wondered why I had even tried to make myself look
presentable—it didn’t take long for me to be drenched in sweat. But I wasn’t
even out of the parking lot before a car pulled up behind me and honked.
Expecting to see Eli, I turned around with a friendly smile. I was surprised
when I saw that it was Pete, and then immediately I felt some relief that I
took the extra few minutes to make myself look presentable, 
    He
was driving a newer silver Honda. Its chrome rims stood out as they rolled
along, and the rumble of the exhaust was loud. It wasn’t as nice as Eli’s car;
that much was obvious. But it was still decent.
    “Hey
Abby, I didn’t know you were walking home, let me give you a ride. It’s
sweltering out here,” he called out his window.
    “That
would be great, thanks,” I answered graciously.
    The
charcoal gray interior of the car was clean and smelled good. The lights for
the different gauges above the steering wheel glowed bright neon blue. It must be
a guy thing to want your dashboard to glow different colors.
    I
was happy not to be walking home in 100-degree weather, but I was already in
Pete’s car when it crossed my mind that Eli might be waiting for me when I got
home. It was far too late to change my mind now. If he was waiting for me, I
couldn’t

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