GENRE: YA Contemporary with Magical Realism
I stare out the window of Chelsea's VW Bug on our way into the school parking lot and wonder what disasters senior year will bring.
Chelsea takes a hard left. "Did you hear what Logan Spenser did yesterday?"
Good thing I have my seat belt on or I'd be on the floor. "No, and I don't care." Oh God, here he comes. Yes, he's past gorgeous, if there is such a thing.
He roars across the pavement, leans out of the window of his convertible, and points his finger at me. "Raz Rinaldi! Thief."
"Thief? You're calling me a thief?" I stare at him and remember the word for what's past gorgeous. It's outrageous.
My face gets hotter while I tick through my actions of the last week and find the worst thing I've done is "forget" to do the dishes my stepmother left in the sink. "What's he talking about?"
Chelsea, AKA Speed Demon of Ash City High, and the closest thing I have to a friend, shrugs and then laughs. "It's destiny. The hottest guy in school knows your name."
I love Chelsea, but she gets everything wrong. "Like I care?"
Chelsea laughs. "You are one boring chick. I can't think of one reason why I like you."
"You like me because I tolerate your crazy driving and your cheerleader—."
Logan blots out my last word with a honk from his horn. Half the drivers pulling in toot theirs because they can't get into a parking spot fast enough