Dreamer (The Seeker Series Book 2) by Amy Reece Read Free Book Online

have a lot of experience with hot French guys hitting on me. Or any guys, actually. Jack was the sole exception, and I, sadly, pretty much had to chase him down.
    “Nope. Not Alexandra.”
    “Let’s see…Allison?” He was still smirking and I really needed to smack the smirk off his smug face. Hot he might be, but it doesn’t excuse annoying in my book.
    “Nope, not even close. Here we are: 1 st period, pre-calculus.” I led the way in and found a few of my cheerleader friends to loose Rémy on. Maybe they would appreciate his French charm in the way he was obviously used to. I sank gratefully into my desk chair. Whew! I was not made for this flirting crap! I took out my cell phone and texted a brief good morning to Jack.
     
    Me: Hey. Good morning.
     
    Jack: Hey beautiful. How r u? C u 4 th period. Luv u.
     
    Me: I’m ok. Love you too.
     
    “So, a boyfriend? That’s too bad.” Rémy was peering over my shoulder, reading my texts. Intrusive little creep!
    “Do you mind?” I glared at him, hiding my screen.
    He laughed and turned back to the girls who were, as expected, going nuts over him. I guess I couldn’t blame them; he truly was very good-looking with golden brown hair, which fell over his forehead in a sexy just-rolled-out-of-bed look and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed differently than the rest of the guys too. His jeans were cut in a way that made them look, I don’t know…European, I guess. And he wore a scarf. Yeah. No guys in my high school, and maybe all of Albuquerque, wore a scarf, unless they were gay. Nothing wrong with being gay, but it was pretty obvious Rémy wasn’t. And the scarf looked good, damn it. I could appreciate his physical beauty without being attracted to him because my reaction to him was definitely more on the irritated side than anything else. Something about him set my teeth on edge.
    At the end of class, Rémy thanked me for showing him around and said he’d see me in 4 th period. Then he headed off with a girl named Meredith. Good riddance. I tried not to think about him through 2 nd and 3 rd periods.
    Jack was waiting for me outside of physics. I was so happy to see him after the morning experience with Rémy I couldn’t keep myself from giving him a hug and a fairly decent kiss, even though neither of us was much for PDA at school. It simply wasn’t classy. There’s always an exception, however, and Jack certainly didn’t seem to mind my kiss, returning it with enthusiasm.
    “Hey, are you okay?” he asked as he pulled away. He ran his thumbs gently over the dark circles under my eyes. “I’m starting to worry, querida. You’re not bouncing back like you should.”
    “I’m fine, Jack. I’m not sleeping well.” Before I could elaborate, I heard a throat clearing behind me. Rémy, of course.
    “Ah, Ally, this must be the boyfriend. Bonjour, my name is Rémy Giles.” He extended his hand to Jack.
    Before I could think to step between them, they were shaking hands.
    “Jack Ruiz. Uh, nice to meet you.” Jack made it sound almost like a question, which amused me. “So, how do you know Ally?”
    “Ah, we met this morning when she was so kind as to show me around the school and introduce me to everyone. I thought we had such a connection, un coup de foudre. Love at first sight. But then I find you have a boyfriend and I am desolate, chérie,” he addressed me at the end of his ridiculous speech.
    “Whatever,” I said rudely in response to his cheesy comments. “Rémy is an exchange student, Jack. There was no connection. Let’s go.” I walked into physics, leaving both Jack and Rémy to follow or not.
    Mr. Chiszowski paired Rémy with Veronica, as her former lab partner had dropped out at the semester. As we worked our way through a lab on series circuits, which, as usual, Jack understood and I didn’t, I watched Rémy and Veronica across the room. She was so much more subdued since her near-death experience at the hands of Coach Trevino right