And he was staring at me.
His face was expressionless, but the temperature in the hallway seemed to plummet.
He hefted his backpack onto one shoulder and approached. I wanted to head into the room, but I was rooted to the spot. He stopped in front of me.
"I'm sorry about ruinning your party Saturday night."
His voice was quiet, calm, shy. But also sincere. I hadn't been this close to him yet, and now I could see that his eyes were a tranquil blue. Peaceful. It was something I'd longed for since my parents had died -- a place with no troubles.
When I glanced back at asher, I could sense the animosity rolling off him in waves. I looked back and forth between them, unsure of what was going on. Standing there, I felt closed in --trapped-- like I had Saturday night during the fight.
It's been cliche after cliche. Nothing interesting thus far, nothing really original. I feel like I'm reading every other YA Paranormal Romance in one. I am hoping some spark of originality will enter the pages some time soon, or at least something to hold my interest.
I think it's because I have read so many YA Paranormal Romance reads that this is happening. But then again every so often every other YA PR manages to cough up an original story line. Well see what happens.
So far: Not completely invested.
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