The Fragile Ordinary. Samantha Young

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      “They’re auditioning already?” I frowned. “It’s the first day back at school.”

      “Surprise auditions. They want raw performances or something. They’re doing Chicago this year.”

      “Isn’t some of that a little...I don’t know...adult?”

      She shrugged.

      “So why are you studying with me and not giving Steph moral support?”

      Vicki rolled her hazel eyes. “Babe, you know I love her, but after last night I need a little break.”

      This was not unusual for either of us. We did love Steph. Truly. But sometimes when she got lost in her own little world—which was a nice way of saying she became incredibly self-absorbed—it was hard to stay patient with her. The best thing to do, we’d discovered, was to discreetly take a break from her. “What happened at the party?”

      Vicki glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then leaned into me. “The guy, the American guy, he wasn’t into her. He was already snogging Heather when we got there. So Steph went after Scott Lister.”

      My eyes grew round. “Heather’s ex-boyfriend.”

      “Ugh, aye,” Vicki huffed. “Not only did she dump my ass the second we got to that party, but she got into a huge fight with Heather, and then blamed me for not stopping her snogging the face off Lister.”

      “I don’t get it. Why was Heather mad at Steph for kissing Scott if she was kissing the new guy?”

      “This is Heather we’re talking about. Who knows what’s going on in that twisted mind?”

      “And Steph took the whole thing out on you?”

      “Yup. She apologized, but I’m still kind of pissed off about it. Totally ruined the last night of summer.” She nudged me with her elbow and grinned. “I bet you had a better night with whatever book you were reading.”

      I blushed. My friend knew me so well. Most of the time, like now, it felt as if Vicki just accepted who I was, but there were days that she seemed a little distant and annoyed, like last night, and I worried my hermit-like qualities irritated her.

      “Hola, quinto año! Quién esta listo para comenzar español avanzado?” Our teacher Señora Cooper strolled into the room. She shot Vicki a smile my friend easily returned. Because Vicki’s dad was a maths teacher at our school, a lot of the other teachers knew Vicki really well and liked her.

      Although, I couldn’t think of anyone who didn’t like Vicki. Maybe Heather. But I didn’t think Heather truly liked any other girl. They were either competition or beneath her notice. Nothing in between.

      Señora Cooper’s classroom door opened again, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of the boy striding through it.

      What the ever loving...

      It was like he’d walked straight out of the pages of the book I had been reading last night!

      Tall—very tall—with an athletic physique, the boy looked around the classroom and then at the teacher. “Spanish, right?”

      I froze at his American accent.

      This was cute American boy?

      Okay.

      Cute was entirely the wrong descriptor.

      He had close-cropped dark blond hair, and his tan skin suggested he’d spent his life somewhere with lots of sun up until now. Light gray eyes scanned the room as we all looked at him, and he stood there seeming comfortable with the attention, like it didn’t bother him at all. I’d be blushing and squirming if a room filled with strangers were staring at me.

      “Como tu te llamas?” Señora Cooper asked with a raised eyebrow.

      He gave her a lopsided smile, all white teeth and boyish charm, and this little unexpected thrill fluttered in my belly. A feeling I got only when reading about swoonworthy book boyfriends.

      I swallowed hard, not sure I was enjoying this new development.

      “Tobias King. But you can just call me King.”

      Tobias King.

      Crap.

      He even had a book-boyfriend name.

      I groaned inwardly as Señora Cooper told him to take a seat after checking her register to make sure he belonged in her class. As he passed me without noticing me, I took in his face and wondered how it was possible for a teenage boy to look like that. Sure we had cute guys at our school, but none of them looked like that. Like...a teen Viking!

      He had a strong, chiseled jaw, a slightly too-wide nose—an imperfection that only added to his attractiveness—and a smile that could charm you out of your last Irn-Bru. It occurred to me, as he angled his long body into a seat beside Daniel Pilton, that he looked familiar. He shared more than a passing similarity to a certain star of a dystopian book-to-film franchise I had pinned to my bedroom wall.

      I hunched over, hating this sudden awareness of the stranger.

      “They don’t grow them like that here,” Vicki whispered, amusement in her words.

      I smirked and shot her a look, but I must have been blushing because her eyes widened. Vicki being Vicki, she didn’t push the subject, and Señora Cooper started teaching.

      It was difficult to concentrate on that first class, because my imagination ran away from me. I could feel his presence, burning like a fire behind me, and suddenly he was the hero in a dystopian novel and I was the heroine. I was smart and sassy, he was brooding and taciturn. Whilst I didn’t need help to take down a regime that subjugated women, he was my protector all the same. He taught me to fight harder and I taught him to live harder. After one particular battle we had to hide out alone, share sleeping quarters, and things got—

      When Vicki nudged me hard, I jerked out of my daydream and was stunned to realize class was over and the bell was ringing for second period. Blushing, I fumbled to put my books in my bag.

      “Are you okay?” she asked me, studying me too intently.

      “I’m fine,” I nodded.

      “Hmm.” She threaded her arm through my elbow and led me out of class. “You get weirder every day, Comet. You know I love that about you, right?”

      THE FRAGILE ORDINARYSAMANTHA YOUNG

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      I lost my focus today.

      He was the cause.

      No ordinary Monday.

      ’Til it turned out it was.

      —CC

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