Starting high school is hard enough, but when you are walking the halls as a brand-new freshman amid pointed glares and whispers of "cold-blooded" and "murdered", and the halls part in a V before you, school takes on a special brand of dread. The ice began to thaw by lunch, when he found a couple kids from baseball, but you try finding a homecoming date when your big brother killed the prom queen.
Of course, Cherie didn't know the reason Joe was off limits. By senior year, no one talked about Ashley anymore. But the tepid air around Joe turned into icicles about 6 feet from him on all sides when his team or his family weren't around. To Cherie, he was just undateable. Too bad, he has really pretty eyes. Judging from the way he glared at her new crew, the feeling seemed pretty mutual.
She felt his gaze piercing into her back all through lunch, and considered calling him out. When she mentioned as much to The Twins, they responded with their eyes. Message received. Off limits. She couldn't help but wonder why. She seriously considered committing social suicide anyway, but knew such a faux pas would be detrimental. It's not worth it. Cherie knew the game, and how playing it just makes life easier. School is the one place life can be easy. No boat rocking. At least not yet. She shrugged him off, turning again into the conversation, laughing easily at the obvious jokes and twirling her hair around her fingers. Not yet.
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