Melody (Logan 1)

We'll meet about eight at Janet's house. You want to

come? It will be a chance for you to meet some

normal boys," Betty said.

"I don't know if I can. I'll ask my aunt." "Don't tell her where you're going," Janet said,

"or she won't let you come. Just say you're coming

over to my house to study for a test. That always

works."

"I don't like to lie," I said.

She smirked. "You haven't been living with the

Logans long. After a while, you'll get to like it." The bell signalled the end of lunch period.

Everyone rose to leave. I was the last to get up, not realizing until that moment, that I still had the joint of marijuana clutched in my hand. I dropped it into my sandwich bag and then dropped the bag in the garbage

can on the way out of the cafeteria.

At the doorway, someone bumped into me

hard, and I turned to look into the most perfect face I

had ever seen. His blue eyes were positively dazzling

and his smile was the warmest and sweetest I'd ever

seen. Strong, full lips were turned up gently at the

corners, revealing teeth as white as piano keys. A

wave of dark brown hair floated over his forehead. He

was tall and broad in the shoulders with a narrow

waist. His face wasn't as tanned as Cary's, but he had

a creamy rich complexion and looked like a male

model or a movie star.

"Excuse me," he said. "Did I hurt you?" "No. It's all right."

"I'm afraid I had my mind on my upcoming

European history exam. I'm not usually this clumsy." "It's okay. I'm fine."

"You're the new girl, right?"

"Yes," I said smiling.

"I'm Adam Jackson."

"Melody Logan," I returned.