Free The Stern and Wild Ones (The Seeker Series) by Reece Evhans Page B

Tara, Travis, and me, and we sat next to each other in English, but there had been very little progress made in the relationship department, if you know what I mean. By Friday, I was beginning to think I had imagined any flirting on his part. Tara was sympathetic yet practical, figuring he had backed off because of the age difference.
    "But it's not even a full two years difference," I complained as I gathered book s from my locker before school.
    "Yeah, but he's 18, which means he's a legal adult and you, little missy, are still 16 for a nother month. You're jailbait, sweetheart, and he's already got trouble with the law. Why don't we find you a nice, safe 17 year-old guy around here, huh?"
    "I don't want a nice, safe 17 year-old," I slammed my locker with more force than strictly necessary. "I want Jack."
    "Well, then," Tara gave me look up and down my entire body. "Stop whining and do something about it. Maybe we could start with a makeover so you don’t look quite so much like an eighth grader. I mean, my God, Ally, are those the same jeans you wore in middle school? I know you haven't grown since then."
    "Remind me again why you're my best friend."
    "Because I'm not afraid to tell you the painful truth?" She hugged me to her side briefly. "Come on, it'll be fun! You need him to look at you as a woman, not a little girl."
    "Ok," I huffed. "But you need to show some restraint. I don't want to look like I'm playing dress up. And absolutely no heels! I have to be able to walk. And I can't pull off a ton a of makeup, either."
    "Yay!" she squeaked. Tara loved nothing more than playing dress up with me, but it had been quite a while since I had been a willing victim.
    "You really think he'll look at me differently?"
    "No, I think he's already looking at you in the naughtiest way possible, but I'm going to make you irresistible to him. His inconveniently noble character will be no match for my deviousness," she said proudly and marched off to her first period class.
    The other major issue in my life, the whole psychic vision thing, also seemed to be giving it a rest. There was , however, one positive outcome of Monday's afternoon adventure and that was that Veronica was now speaking to me. It's not like we were suddenly BFFs or anything, but she did say "hey" to me on Tuesday as she sat down in English. And on Wednesday, she said, "What's up?" as she passed me in the hallway, only it sounded more like "wuz up". On Thursday she asked me if she could see my homework. See? We were really working at a quality relationship. At least she wasn't glaring at me anymore. She still seemed nervous and edgy, though. I hadn't had a vision in more than a week and I was starting to wonder if I'd lost my touch.
    Things changed during 4th period physics on Friday, but not exactly in the way I had been hoping. Jack and I were working on a new lab, trying to figure out the velocity of a series of matchbox cars we were sending down a track, laughing when the car ran off the side. The classroom door opened and a student aid walked in with a pink slip which he gave to Mr. Chiszowski who called out, "Jack, you're wanted in the office. Take your stuff." Jack's shoulders slumped and I could see his jaw flexing.
    He packed up his notebook and pencil saying, "Sorry. See you at lunch, ok?" As he left the classroom, I could see that there was a man waiting for him in the hallway. I had a hard time concentrating during the rest of the period. Who was that guy? Why did Jack look so grim?
    Toward the end of the period, I was startled out of my thoughts by Veronica's horse-like laughter at the lab table next to ours. I looked over to see what was so funny and was immediately swept into the most vivid vision I had ever had. One second I was seeing Veronica's bright red mouth gaping open, laughing, and the next I was seeing Veronica crying, mascara running down her cheeks.
    "Please stop, Nick. I don't want to. You're too angry and you're scaring me. No!" She was