Misty by V.C. Andrews

Author:V.C. Andrews
Format: epub, mobi

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"I didn't set out to be friends with Lloyd. Until the day he came over to me in the cafeteria, I don't think I had so much as looked at him twice.

"I was sitting alone, feeling sorry for myself and hating everything and everyone around me. I guess I had that bitter, unhappy look on my face. When Lloyd dropped his tray on the table and slid into the seat beside me, I was so deep in my well of dark thoughts, I didn't even hear him or see him. He deliberately knocked his shoulder against mine to get my attention, which caused me to spill the soup out of my spoon. I was ready to jab it into the face of whoever had done it.

"'Sorry,' he said, 'but you was leaning over too far and takin' up two places.'

"'I was not,' I protested. He shrugged.

"'Then, maybe I was,' he said and laughed.

"I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew who Lloyd Kimble was, the way you knew what a scorpion or a rattlesnake was. You didn't have to have any actual contact to know you should keep your distance.

"'What happened?' he asked with a half-smile. 'Your friends dump you?'

He nodded in their direction.

"'No,' I said sharply. I wasn't in the mood to be made fun of. 'No one dumped me.'

"Lloyd has this infuriating smile. He pulls his lips in and you can almost hear the laughter coming from his arrogant eyes, but at the same time there's something sexy about it. He's dangerous and I suppose that makes him exciting. He does what he wants to do when he wants to do it. He's impulsive and has no respect for rules or authority.

"Mr. Calder, the cafeteria monitor, was staring at me with such a look of disgust, like, how could I lower myself to permit Lloyd Kimble to sit next to me and talk to him? Suddenly, I felt as angry and as rebellious as I imagined Lloyd was. What right did Mr. Calder have to decide who my friends should and should not be? He was my English teacher but not my father or my older brother. At that moment I despised all the adults in the world for being bossy and hypocritical.

"'A Beverly like you doesn't usually sit alone unless somethin's wrong, and I'm sure it ain't your breath,' Lloyd commented as he bit into his

hamburger.

"'What's a Beverly?' I asked.

"He stopped chewing a moment, smiled and then chewed on until he swallowed and gestured toward Darlene and my other girlfriends.

"'A Beverly. You know. Girls from Beverly Hills, spoiled bitches.'

"'I live in Beverly Hills, but I'm hardly a spoiled bitch,' I responded with more courage than I thought I had. His laugh made me angrier. 'I'm not!'

" 'Good for you,' he said. `So why ain't you sittin' with them?'

"'They're a bunch of phonies, if you must know,' I said.

"'Oh, I know that,' he told me. 'What they do to ya, cut up your credit cards?'

"'Very funny. They didn't do anything,' I said.

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