About a month ago, one of my best friends had hooked up with one of Nick’s best friends. My first thought was, Oh no: fuel for the fire. He flicked his dark hair out of his eyes with his pinkie, looked down at me, and grinned brilliantly. At six feet tall, he filled the doorway with his model-perfect looks and cocky attitude. Until I saw it was Nick coming out the door of Ms. I couldn’t wait to get out of school and head for the mountain. I could almost feel the icy wind on my cheeks and smell the pine trees. My red pen had traced my path, curving back and forth, swish, swish, swish, down the page. The hydrogen and oxygen atoms had transformed into gates for me to snowboard between. But as I’d stared at the white paper, it had dissolved into a snowy slalom course. I’d been diagramming molecules so I wouldn’t have any homework to actually take home. what Hayden needs to fasten, because Nick is about to take her for a rideĪt the groan of a door opening, I looked up from my chemistry notebook. a trick in which a snowboarder reaches across the body and grabs the board while getting air 2. Jennifer Echols is the author of romantic dramas for MTV and romantic comedies for Pulse.
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