Fated Dreams (Book One In The Affinity series) by Christina Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

girls, I
needed it today.
    Derrick, who
was about to take a bite of his bologna sandwich, froze with his mouth open.
His eyes darted to me, and I knew he could read my panicked thoughts. He set
his sandwich down and smiled. “Oh please, Peter, Sarah is way too good for
you,” he said with a laugh. “What happened to Carrie, or was it Michelle?”
    Peter gave
Derrick an arrogant smile and leaned back in his chair. “I have room in my life
for all of them. So Sarah, what do you say?”
    Thank God for
Derrick. I knew he’d know that I wasn’t the least bit interested in Pete. He
was a very nice guy, and with his light blond wavy hair and blue eyes, he was
quite a catch. But he was a little bit of a ladies’ man. Like he said, he
usually dated more than one girl at a time, and that just wasn’t for me.
    “Although it is
tempting to become a member of your harem, I think I’ll pass.”
    Peter placed
his hand over his heart, acting like I had hurt him, making everyone laugh.
    “Hey, Pete, did
you know Sarah and Emma had a sleepover on Saturday?” Derrick suddenly asked. I
glanced at Derrick, wondering why he would bring that up. Why would Pete care?
    Pete smiled.
“You did? So who won the pillow fight?” he asked, looking over at Emma and me.
We were sitting next to each other.
    Emma and I
exchanged confused glances. “What pillow fight?” Emma asked.
    “You know. When
girls have sleepovers, they always have pillow fights.”
    We stared at
him in disbelief. He was smiling, waiting for our answer. Derrick and Cory were
laughing, nudging each other.
    I glanced at
Derrick to explain. “Pete thinks that girls have pillow fights in sexy lingerie
when they have sleepovers,” Derrick said, filling us in.
    “They do, I’ve
seen it in movies,” Pete said, defending himself.
    I laughed. “In
the movies maybe, but not in real life. I hate to break it to you, but I wear
flannel pants and a tank top to bed. And I have never had a pillow fight.”
    He looked
stricken. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s just you?”
    “Sorry, I don’t
know any girl who has.”
    He pouted,
looking down into his can of soda. The expression on his face resembled a child
that had just been told there’s no Santa. The conversation was a little noisy
then, and Derrick and Cory started giving Pete a hard time.
    There was a
loud clatter behind us. We turned in the direction of the noise.
    Logan and his
friends were laughing at Bobby Thornton, who was holding a tray with half his
lunch on it, the other half at his feet. “Looks like Logan strikes again. Isn’t
it hilarious to knock someone’s food on the floor?” Cory asked dryly.
    “What a douche
bag,” Emma mumbled from beside me. “Oh look, Sarah.” She pointed at Lucas, who
was walking toward Bobby from his table to help him pick up his food. She
leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Isn’t that sweet?”
    I nodded but
didn’t say anything. The truth was, the more I saw of Lucas, the more I
realized how wrong I had been about him. It made me feel things that I didn’t
want to feel. Of course, the dreams didn’t help either. But I was learning that
Lucas was a good guy.
    In history
class, Lucas stopped at my desk on the way to his. “So how was work Saturday?”
He leaned against Wally Martin’s desk, which was next to mine.
    “Fine, how was
the rest of your shift?”
    He chuckled.
“Not bad, I didn’t embarrass myself once.” I knew he was referring to his words
about us getting to know each other better, and since thinking about it made
butterflies appear in my stomach, I just grinned at him.
    At a loss for
words, I picked up my pen and twirled it around on my book, feeling the need to
do something with my hands.
    Mr. Henderson
came in and told everyone to take their seats. Lucas smiled and went to his
desk just before Wally sat down.
    I peeked at
Emma, who sat on the other side of me, and was not surprised to see her
grinning at me from ear to ear.
     
    I had to work after