Chapter 3
"What?! My MOTHER?!" I whisper-yell, damn how is that cute? I shake my head, "My mother died 5 years ago." Kane's eyes soften and he takes his hand from his mouth and puts it on my shoulder.
"There is much we need to talk about. Do you think you can come over to my house after school?" Kane askes in his accented voice. Of course, I can my piano lesson was canceled, and Cross Country doesn't start for a couple of days.
"I will see if I have time, " I say as cool as possible, walking back to the Library. His had catches my arm and we walk together. I get many glances and whispers as we pass through the crowded hallway. We pass a group of football players, and one says, "Hey nice ass, Luna!" Kane stops in his tracks, slowly turns to face the thick-headed football player.
" What's wrong with your boyfriend, Luan?" The jock askes sarcastically, making the teens in the hallway laugh.
"I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up your ass," Kane answers, eyes narrowed and angry. The crowd goes wild laughing.
"Come on, Kane," I whisper into his ear. He turns and looks into my eyes, "But he shouldn't treat you like that."
"What wrong, Kane?" The player asks, "You afraid?" Kane looks at the football player and laughs darkly, "Not as afraid as you should be."
"Just because you have one doesn't mean you need to act like one," I say walking away holding Kane's hand.
"Boys are complete idiots," I mutter. Kane looks over at me hurt.
"I wasn't talking about you! I was talking about-," He cuts me off.
"I know, I know, I was just playing." Tapping my nose with his finger.
And then we walk into the Library. The bell rings and our English teacher, Mrs. Goss, starts her lesson. It feels like any other day until I remember I am holding the hands Kane Woods, the cutest boy on planet Earth.