Silver Tides (Silver Tides Series) by Susan Fodor Read Free Book Online Page B

family, even if I didn’t have any new designer stuff.
    “Thanks so much, Mum,” I said, genuinely grateful to avoid the smell of uneaten sandwiches and deodorant that accompanied the bustle of the school bus.
    Mum dropped me off at school before the buses arrived; I watched each bus unload its teeming contents into the empty school grounds.
    Jaimie bounded up to me looking like she'd spent the majority of her morning preening in the mirror. "Is he here yet?"
    I shook my head, and she did a decent job of not looking disappointed.
    "Maybe he remembered his identity and he's on his way home," she sighed, deflated.
    "Who?" asked Tim, draping himself around Jaimie.
    "John," I replied, chewing my lip.
    "Pretty boy?" Tim asked, obviously put out by all the attention John was getting. "He's over there."
    John was making his way through the crowd toward us; girls and guys alike turned to watch him.
    The sun glinted off his golden hair as his mesmerizing blue eyes caught mine; a smile of recognition played across his lips. He made his way over to us looking cool enough to freeze water.
    "Hey." He greeted.
    "Hey." I smiled, lost in his gaze.
    "School uniform suits you," John teased.
    "You too cool for it?" Tim challenged, fighting the awe splashed across his face.
    "Just don't have one yet," John replied casually.
    "You can borrow one of Tim's," Jaimie offered helpfully.
    "Babe..." Tim began, sounding exasperated.
    "Don't worry about it. I'll get a couple today." John laughed, letting Tim off the hook. "So, will you take me to the office?"
    I nodded as he slung his arm over my shoulders. "Lead the way."
    Girls were giving me jealous looks as we walked down the hall, while some boys gave me a second glance. It was weird that people looked at me differently when John had his arm around me.
    "People are staring," I whispered.
    "So, let them," he whispered back and threw his head back and laughed. His laugh was contagious, as was his confidence. I felt like the rock-star version of myself around him.
    Everyone had been staring at me and whispering about me for over a fortnight, but with John it felt like it had more to do with him than me. We meandered past the art room with its try-hard displays and made our way to the office.
    John enrolled in all the classes I was taking. Mrs. Watson, who abhorred kids copying their friends’ schedules, told him it was great he'd know someone in every class.
    I noticed that John’s presence seemed to lobotomize people so that their entire purpose was to please him. The popular table at lunch seemed to do it with the most pizzazz.
    "OMG!" Tammy squealed as John and I sat down at the table.
    "I hope you don't mind me joining you for lunch." He smiled his dazzling smile. "I'm John."
    "I’m Miranda," she purred, putting herself straight in line of his vision. "I heard you've lost your memory."
    "Afraid so," he acknowledged, cagey.
    "Maybe I can help you retrieve it." She smiled, leaning forward so he could see straight into her bra. "I can take you down the beach and help retrace your steps."
    I felt an overwhelming urge to slap Miranda; she had a boyfriend after all. I didn't want to admit that I was jealous, but my feelings were betraying me. John felt like he was mine, but he wasn't. If he wanted to canoodle with Miranda, he was free to. After all, they were in the same echelon of attractiveness.
    "I've had enough of the beach," John replied, noncommittally.
    "Maybe a movie tomorrow; it's cheaper Tuesday?" Miranda offered.
    "I've got a lot of catching up to do with schoolwork," he replied, obviously trying to weasel out of the situation. "I'll let you know when I'm free."
    Miranda gave me a dirty look and I shrugged, secretly glad. I could feel that things were beginning to change.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    It was surreal opening the door and inviting John into my house. I never thought I’d see him after he was discharged from hospital. Feeling so close and attached to a