A Whole New Crowd(4)

When I heard Mandy yell, “Stephanie!” a grin came over me.
Revenge could be sweet.
*

Tray Evans dropped into the seat opposite mine at lunch. I looked up and tensed. Tray was gorgeous with sandy blonde hair, striking hazel eyes, and a jaw that girls melted over. While my sister was in the crowd at the top, he was the top.
“Your sis preaches about your skills.”
“I don’t do that anymore.”
He narrowed his eyes.
I didn’t want to tangle with Tray Evans. He was smarter than people gave him credit for. He watched people like I did, and he held an insurmountable power in school. I had dealt with guys like him from my other schools. I was toned and I knew guys liked my body. I had dark eyes, long brown hair, and a set of lips that caused a guy to groan. I wasn’t boasting. This was fact. Guys found me sexy, which meant that I’ve dealt with my share of guys, all sorts from creepers to jocks. I knew how to deal with them, but Tray Evans was different. I had been aware of him since school started, but I relaxed when he didn’t seem to care about me at all. That time was up.
Still holding his gaze, a shiver wound its way up my spine. He wasn’t coming on to me, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he had. The way he was looking at me was like he could read me from the inside out. His eyes pierced through me, through my walls, right into me. No one had looked at me like this, even Brian.
I didn’t like it.
“Taryn!” Mandy landed in the seat next to mine. “Tray, hey!”
“Parson.” He nodded at her, still looking at me.
“Is it true?” Mandy asked. “Is the party at your place?”
A faint grin teased at the corner of his mouth. Without looking away from me, he answered, “Thinking about it.”
“Devon’s excited. It should be epic.”
I couldn’t watch him any longer. He was winning our stare-off so I turned to Mandy. “Why are you here?” She didn’t sit by me at lunch. I sat alone. That was my rule. After Stephanie’s rumor and when I was found guilty, she told everyone that I stole her boyfriend. Not true. I kneed him in the balls, but that hadn’t been added to the rumors. People had been welcoming until my new reputation had been spread around. Mandy was nice to me the whole time, but I knew it was causing a rift between her and her friends, so I made a decision. I went it alone.
“Come on, Taryn. We need your help.”
“You guys are coming to double-team me?” I glanced around and noticed the attention we were getting. If Mandy was at my table, it was a big deal, but with Tray Evans there too, people’s mouths were on the floor.
“Well…yeah.”
Tray leaned forward, propping his muscled arms on the table, teasing me with a view of a tattoo peeking out from underneath his polo sleeve. “Mandy says that you’re good at stealing stuff. She said you’re good at breaking into places too.”
“No.” I paled. That was even worse.
“Taryn, come on, you’re like a legend. Mom and Dad had to attend meetings about this stuff just to prepare the family for you.”
The way she said it felt like a dagger stabbing me in the heart. “Sorry that your family had to learn how to thief-proof their home before their new defected adoptee moved in.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I really didn’t. Taryn—”
I wasn’t listening. I left and ignored how everyone’s heads turned to follow me as I went out the cafeteria door. Once in the hallway, I headed for the parking lot. I didn’t think, I just went. It wasn’t until I was in my car with the keys in the ignition that I stopped myself. What was I doing? I couldn’t skip school. That was the old Taryn. I had to be the new Taryn. A wave of longing came over me. I missed Brian. He would’ve understood from the way I walked that I needed to get away, but he wasn’t there anymore.
The passenger door opened and my heart stopped. Brian?—no—Tray. He smirked at me. “Going somewhere?”
“Get out.”
He laughed, getting in. “All I did was sit down at your table and ask you a question. I’m wracking my brain, trying to figure out what I’ve done to piss you off, but I can’t think of another time that we’ve even talked. Did I hit on you at some party and act like an *?” He grinned. “If so, I apologize right now. It was probably because you’re hot and I was drunk.”
He sounded all nice now, but it was an act. Every alarm was going off inside of me. He was not this innocent guy. As I stared at him, I found myself checking him out. He really was gorgeous, with eyelashes that girls would kill for and full plump lips. His shirt had moved higher and I saw the tattoo again.