No amount of makeup could fix that.
She looks tired. Must have been a long night with both Leonidas and Elijah.
Is she trying to look effortless? Because if she is, she’s failing.
Why would the band choose someone so ugly when they have so many other options at their fingertips?
I think to myself,Why are some girls so into preaching about positivity but filled with so much hate?
They don’t even know my name, but they’ve already made up their mind about me.
How does that make sense? It doesn’t.
I was warned about this and just shrugged my shoulders. Maybe I didn’t want to believe the world would be this cruel, or I was oblivious, but thiskills.
For the next couple of weeks, my goal is to never be caught off guard or to never be seen in general. That sounds perfect.
“Sleepyhead, wakey, wakey.”
Before I can protest, my curtain is pulled back, and Elijah’s handsome face is peering down at me.
“Hey, you’re already awake. Don’t tell me you were avoiding me.”
Sitting up as much as the bunk above me allows, I ask, “What if I was naked?”
He wiggles his eyebrows and smirks.
“Ugh, men.” I rub a hand down my face at the sudden brightness. “I wasn’t avoiding you. I just like the dark, okay?”
He sees through my lie. “You became a vampire, and you didn’t invite me? That’s really rude. I would’ve wanted to be there.”
He scoots me with his hands, and next thing I know, he’s lying beside me and taking up more than half of my bunk.
“Do you want to tell me what is actually going on? Because I smell bullshit.” He stares up at the bottom of his bunk. When he laces his fingers on his stomach, his cologne wafts into my senses, making me see invisible hearts in the air around him. “I’m waiting.” He drags out his words, turning his head to stare intensely at me.
I shake my head, looking away. “You’re going to think I’m childish.”
I feel the bed shift, and from the corner of my eye, I see him on his side, elbow bent, with his head resting in his hand.
“I could never. Stop thinking so poorly of me and have a little trust.”
Says the man who upped and left me with no explanation.
He sees the look in my eyes and winces. “Shit, my argument doesn’t seem so promising right now. Please trust me. We’re in the middle of God knows where. Who else do you have to talk to? The trees on our pit stops?”
I smirk the same way he is, and he looks worried.
“Thanks for the suggestion. I happen to love Mother Nature.”
Plopping back down on his back, he snorts. “I thought people got more mature with age.” He shakes his head like he’s in denial. “Guess that’s another lie I was told.”
It’s my turn to face him, and I punch his shoulder. He closes his eyes and huffs in pain.
“Says the goofiest guy who has ever walked this world.”
He stares at me. “You think I’m goofy?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Why? Is that a bad thing?”
