The Perfects by Dyken Rachel van

Author:Dyken, Rachel van [Dyken, Rachel van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Young Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781957700106
Amazon: B0B5RWF7JP
Goodreads: 61645707
Publisher: Van Dyken Enterprises INC
Published: 2022-10-11T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mary-Belle

I feel like I’m seeing things that aren’t there. Then again, I’d like to think I’m more intuitive than most. It’s a self-preservation thing when it comes to protecting myself and making sure I stay safe.

And something about Quinn and Ambrose’s interaction has me wondering what went down between them and why that horrible girl set Ambrose off into a near nervous breakdown.

I think about it all day.

I’m in English class when I see her again. She’s up front with my teacher. Mr. Decker.

The girl is smiling at everyone like she’s just won prom queen or something. I glare.

I don’t like her.

I don’t respect her.

And I kind of want to stab her with my pencil. But I keep my posture calm when all I want to do is storm toward her, pull her hair, and see how many clumps I can collect.

Maybe I’ll make her a nice hair-filled necklace?

Wouldn’t that be so sweet of me?

Like charity.

I clutch my pen in my hand and stare down at my English book in an attempt not to commit murder and go to prison before college.

Why am I so invested in this?

In Ambrose?

Even Quinn?

My brain says it’s because Ambrose is all I have, but my heart says a whole bunch of different things that make me wish I had a best friend I could talk to.

Of course, Quinn chooses that moment to be late to class and drops down in the desk next to me with a plop. “Think they notice I’m tardy?”

I smile over at him. “You were loud enough.”

“I can’t help it.” He winks. “I’m loud with everything and everyone.”

Damn.

His eyes fall to my lips before he looks back up at me.

I clear my throat. “You doing okay then? Now? Today?”

“Eh, life is life, and I wouldn’t do well in prison—I’m too sexy, I’d probably get fucked within an inch of my life by a guy named Butch. The wedding would include a naked cat, our two rescue dogs, and a cover band for Coldplay. It would be glorious.”

I burst out laughing and cover my mouth with my hand, then say, “Thought this through, have you?”

“Daily.” He laughs. “But maybe not Coldplay. I’m more of a BTS sort of guy, smooth like butter and all that.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re dangerous is what you are.”

“To your heart.” He deadpans. “Really, I’m touched.” He makes a move to tap me with his pencil.

“Reach for my hand, and I’m stabbing you with my pencil.”

“Damn it.” He leans back into his seat, all relaxed and cool looking, which is even more annoying. “You’re no fun.”

“Oh, I’m loads of fun. I just can’t get over that girl up there smiling like she didn’t just somehow wreck you and Ambrose, and I too, wouldn’t last in prison.”

He pauses, and I can see the hesitation on his face before he recovers. “Right, but what would your wedding theme song be? I mean, that’s what’s the most important here…”

I think about it for a minute while Mr. Dekker

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