Complete Nothing by Kieran Scott

Author:Kieran Scott [Scott, Kieran]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781442477216
Amazon: 1442477202
Barnesnoble: 1442477202
Goodreads: 17559099
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

True

I was getting better. I was. I had just sat through ninth-period art for forty-two minutes and had not once looked at Orion. Not once. Not even when the girl next to me had turned her easel toward the boy next to her with the word “Homecoming?” spelled out inside the shape of a big red heart and everyone had applauded. Of course, the easels had been set up in such a way that I couldn’t have seen him even if I’d craned my neck so far I’d fallen off my stool, but that was neither here nor there.

When the bell rang, I pushed myself out of my seat, shouldered my bag, and speed-walked toward the hallway. I had to get to the gym for the pep rally, but before that, I wanted to find Claudia and give her a final pep talk (ironically) about tonight. The sand in my sand timer was getting close to the halfway mark, which meant we didn’t have that much time to make Peter Marrott wake up and smell the love. I didn’t need to sneak a peek at Orion to see if he was, by chance, sneaking a peek at me. I was focused. One hundred percent focused.

It wasn’t my fault that I had to take a small detour and walk past Orion’s easel as he bent to gather his things into his backpack. Some girl had left her tennis bag in the aisle, so I really had no choice. As I passed behind him, I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could, longing for a whiff of his scent. Then my eyes fell on his easel and I froze. My throat went entirely dry.

It was a painting of his arrow. The arrow pendant I had given him months ago inside our cabin in Maine. The arrow that now hung around my neck.

Slowly, casually, I reached up and tucked the pendant under the collar of my white sweater. At that moment, Orion sat up and our eyes met.

“Oh, hey!” he said with a smile.

I searched his eyes for some spark of recognition. Surely if he remembered the arrow, he remembered me. There was nothing.

“Hi.” My gaze darted past him to the painting.

“Oh, don’t look at that,” he said, blushing deeply. “It sucks.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I told him as he rose to his full height, shouldering his backpack. He was wearing his blue-and-white football jersey, the number twenty-two outlined in silver, and somehow the uniform made him even hotter. Maybe I really was becoming a human girl. Every last one had seemed to stop and almost faint every time a football player passed by in a jersey today. “Why did you . . . I mean, what made you paint that?”

I rested my hand just below my collarbone, flattening it against the arrow beneath the cotton weave of my sweater. Orion’s brow knit as he looked at his own painting.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “It’s weird. I’m always seeing that arrow in my mind for some reason.

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