Gettin' Hooked by Nyomi Scott Read Free Book Online

downright nasty to folks she didn’t like, and I knew this. Still, I wasn’t having it. She came to my table and she wanted on my site, then she best come at me with some respect.
    Glaring back at her, I waited for her to ask again or make something of it. All bluster, I guess, because for the second time in ten minutes, she dropped the tone and checked her attitude.
    She shrugged, then asked again a little more nicely. “You going to do a page, Imani?”
    Um, yeah, tonight…or, shoot, right after school. “I’m getting around to it.” Some shuffling across the room caught my attention and I realized that other students were gathering their things and zipping up their packs. That had to mean the clock was ’bout to spring us from school. “I’m gravy, though, and not worried about it,” I said casually, closing the book and leaning over to get my bag.
    â€œWho you want to go to prom with?” Brie asked. “You had to have some dude in mind when you started this mess, didn’t you?”
    Shiieet, this chick was smarter than I gave her ho ass credit for. Damn straight, I knew who I wanted—always had, but no way was I going to tell her that she wanted the same hottie I did. No way was I going to let her think we were in competition.
    My heart had started thumping again, along with a tingle of apprehension that was working its way down my spine. “Don’t know.” A lie. Standing and shrugging my pack over my shoulder, I reached into the side pocket, then fit my stunnas over my eyes. “Haven’t checked all the profiles yet.” The truth, but I intended to as soon as I got my butt in front of my computer.
    The bell rang. Voices rose around us, and the flow of movement went eagerly toward the door as the rest of the students hustled out.
    â€œI’m out,” I said, flashing Chelsea and Brie a peace sign, then turned and quit the library before they said anything else.
    Hard to believe it was Friday already, nearly a week since my dad had come and gone again, and a few more days before he was landing in The Bay again. At least that meant that I’d be free tonight and tomorrow, unlike last weekend.
    I walked along beneath the building overhang, but then reached for my umbrella and snapped it open as I moved on, away from school and toward home. The steady drizzle still hadn’t let up none, but at least it wasn’t all that cold.
    A few other kids walked along around me, some drifting off in directions, giving a quick wave or shout-out goodbye. I returned the see-ya’s, but didn’t slow, too dang eager to get home and see the profile fine-ass Maurice put up.
    Time to do what I could to make my own appealing, more appealing than the flood of other pigeons he was no doubt about to get. I knew Maurice was hot. Knew he was fun postin’ with. Knew he was hella nice. Time now to see what kind of guy he really was. Guess I’d soon find out.

CHAPTER 6
    I thumbed into my cell, ? up 4 2nite, then hit the button to send the text to Kayla. I’d been home a few hours, but pretty much hadn’t done much besides stare at Maurice’s profile on GettinHooked.com. Damn—the boy is fine. It was cool looking through the profile lists of his likes and dislikes, and I found myself smiling a few times, really digging this guy.
    It was kind of weird having looked at him all this time, passing by the cutie on my way to Kayla’s, peeping him every chance I got, and knowing he was hot, knowing that I was down with what I saw. But it was totally different now, reading about him and realizing this was a dude I could like. I mean hella like. A lot.
    I’d changed out of my damp jeans when I landed in the condo, and pulled on some warm sweats, then yanked my mad curls into a band at the back of my head, knowing they were going to frizz since they’d gotten wet. If I was going out with Kayla tonight I’d have to totally