with the sleeve of her sweater, and I giggled. Justice was served.
As much as I tried to focus on the class, my mind kept drifting to Adam. There was an air about him, something different. He oozed arrogance, from his perfectly straight nose to his carefully disheveled dark hair. Not my type at all. Not that I really had a type. We’d never stayed in any town long enough for me to develop anything more than friendships.
Suddenly, I noticed Mr. Flood standing over me. “Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, mais peux j’ayez s’il vous plaît votre attention,” he said into my face with a liberal spraying of saliva.
“Oui, monsieur, je suis désolée,” I said, snapping out of my reverie. It was a good thing Adam wasn’t in this class because I really needed to focus.
Mr. Flood walked back to his desk and I quickly mopped my face while he wasn’t looking. “He lives up to his name, doesn’t he?” I whispered to Caitlin.
The first half of the day passed quickly, one class running into another, and soon it was time for lunch. Caitlin and I sat on the grass in front of the building eating our soggy sandwiches. There were others scattered in groups around the grounds, enjoying the sunshine. It was still warm for September, and I was just rolling up my sleeves when Jennifer joined us.
As she passed me she fluffed my hair. “Sorry about earlier; I was only playing. No hard feelings?” She sat down and smiled at me.
“Sure,” I said, a little taken aback by the turnaround.
Sitting side by side, Jennifer and Caitlin were like night and day. Jennifer’s hair was highlighted and straightened and her skin was a smooth, perfect tan—which I assumed was fake. She was pretty, but she clearly worked at it; I could tell she had plenty of makeup on. So the strict no-makeup policy was not quite so strict. I could definitely get away with some.
Caitlin, on the other hand, was completely natural. Her light brown hair hung in long layers, framing a friendly, pretty face. She had a huge smile that touched her warm brown eyes, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup so far as I could tell.
Jennifer stood up and waved at two boys by the school doors, trying to get their attention. One had curly blond hair and bounded over with a big smile on his face. I noticed Caitlin blushing faintly as they approached. She glanced up at the blond shyly. The other guy had dark hair that was coaxed upward into messy peaks.
“Hi, Jennifer,” the dark-haired guy said.
“Darren, this is the new American girl I was telling you about, Megan,” Jennifer announced.
“Ah, so you’re the reason DeRís has been tripping over himself all morning. Can’t say I’m not enjoying seeing him stumble around like that. Nice work, Megan. Welcome to the metropolis of Kinsale.”
“D’Reese?” I asked, looking at Caitlin.
“Adam DeRís, the guy from this morning,” she explained.
“Don’t get too close,” Darren said with a smirk. “Or he’ll turn you into a toad or some—” A soccer ball came sailing through the air and smacked off the side of Darren’s head. “That hurt, you plonkers!” he shouted to a group of guys standing around the goal nets.
“Come on, Killian, they’re starting without us,” Darren said, kicking the blond boy, who was looking down at Caitlin. “Jennifer, I’ll meet you at the front gates after school?”
“Sure,” Jennifer replied, fluttering her eyelids. Then she turned back to us. “I have to agree with him. It’s great to see Mr. Über-cool and Collected make a twat of himself.” She looked me up and down appreciatively. “I have a feeling you are going to be a very useful addition to our circle. Now …isn’t someone going to ask me what happened over the weekend with Darren?” She smiled expectantly at Caitlin.
“Oh, go on. Like you need to be asked,” Caitlin said, rolling her eyes.
Jennifer launched into an all-out explanation of how she and Darren hooked up over the weekend, making sure to include every incidental happening. The more excited she got, the faster she spoke, until I couldn’t understand her anymore. It didn’t even sound like English. My mind drifted to Darren. What had he said about toads? Jennifer’s voice faded into the background as a familiar profile caught my attention.
Over by the school gate, Adam appeared to be arguing with someone. I could see that his eyebrows were furrowed together and his body was rigid. The other guy’s dark hair was wavy and long enough to spill out over the collar of his leather jacket. He pointed toward the school, his face screwed up in irritation, and then turned and walked away. Adam watched him leave as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.
I wonder what that was all about. Suddenly, Adam turned and looked at me, right into my eyes. Burdened by the weight of his stare, I dropped my gaze before he did and rubbed my tingling neck. When I looked up, he was gone.
Jennifer’s voice came back into focus; she’d come to the end of her story. She sighed and looked a little dreamy.
“That’s so cool, isn’t it, Meg?” Caitlin said, turning to me.
“Um, yeah. Great,” I replied quickly.
“So, Caitlin, when’s the big move on Killian going to happen?” Jennifer asked.
Caitlin flushed.
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. You’ve been hankering after that boy for two years now. It’s getting old! It’s so obvious that you’re mad into him.”
“Oh, shut up, Jennifer,” Caitlin said, but not in a mean way. “Come on; it’s time to get back to class.” She jumped up and hauled me to my feet.
“Holy crap, your hands are cold,” she said, letting go of me to retrieve her grass-covered sweater from the ground.
“I know; they’ve been like that all day.” I shook my head in frustration, and pulled my sleeves down over them as I followed her inside.
Caitlin caught up to me as I was walking to the gate at the end of the day and took out her cell phone. “What’s your number? I’ll definitely need it for some late-night bitching.”
I held up my still-tingling hands. “Sorry, I haven’t got an Irish one yet, but I’ll get right on it.”
She made a face of mock horror. “No phone! How have you existed here this long?”
I cracked up. “I promise I’ll have one by the end of the week. I’m meeting my dad now; I’ll put on the pressure.”
But my laughter quickly died in my throat. A little down the road, Adam was leaning against the chipped paint of an old Volkswagen Golf. He was talking to the guy he’d been fighting with earlier. Adam’s mouth curled into a smile as the other guy gave Adam a mock punch before climbing onto a motorcycle.
Caitlin followed my stare and sighed. “Trust me, you don’t want to go there,” she said, stepping into my line of sight.
“What do you mean?”
She lowered her voice. “He’s a snotty, stuck-up git. He’ll mess with your head. Just do yourself a favor and keep walking. I have to leg it now or my mum will kill
