Bryce was standing right next to my locker. He looked me dead in the eyes and didn’t even try to glance away. I wanted to vanish, but I couldn’t. I wanted my skin to crawl at the sight of him, even wanted to want to throw up in my mouth, but none of that happened. Instead, my heart started to beat all fast, like it might leap out of my chest at any moment. I was more than mad at myself, and my heart, for the way they had betrayed me. We were all supposed to hate Bryce. Like, ugh-the-sight-of-your-face-makes-my-eyes-burn hate, but instead, I felt the stupid goose bumps that rose up all over my skin and my stomach churned like crazy. Butterflies? Really? How could I still feel like all love at first sight after what he had done to me? Relief finally washed over me when his teammate, Jason ran up to us. “Hey, bro,” Jason said, interrupting Bryce’s stare-down. I don’t know if he was trying to send me some kind of stupid message with his eyes, but I wasn’t having it. Jason was nowhere near as hot as Bryce, but I instantly decided he’d have to do.
