I’d been sitting in a trance at my lunch table, as usual, when a voice rang out over the noise.

“Do you mind if we sit here?”

I looked up, a little startled, my feet slipping from the chair they had been resting on. The sound they made when they hit the floor seemed too loud to me in the uncomfortable silence.

A girl who looked like a sophomore was standing in front of me, her books in her hand. Her clear, intelligent gray eyes pierced my brown. Her blond hair was swept up into a fat, sloppy bun, accentuating her high cheekbones and sharp, angular nose.

Her brother stood next to her. At least, I was pretty positive they were related somehow. He had the girl’s gray eyes and facial structure, but everything was more… rugged. And his hair was a rich, chocolaty brown that hung in loose curls around his face.

They were gorgeous, and their presence screamed pride. Any girl would be falling head over heels after one look at this handsome boy.

But if that was so, then why did my eyes refuse to leave the girl?