Senseless Attraction

BOOK: Senseless Attraction
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Senseless Attraction Copyright © 2014 by Lila Rose

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

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Published: Lila Rose 2014

Editing: Hot Tree Editing

Cover Design: LM Creations

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Justine Littleton

Without you Senseless Attraction would not have made sense!

 

Thank YOU!!!

 

You are a wonderful, sarcastic person and my life would be a lot duller without you in it. You know I love you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To my family and friends for all the support and encouragement throughout this process.

To Becky at Hot Tree Editing: I know I say this all the time, but you are awesome and without you and Kayla the Bibliophile I would have given up.

And if it wasn’t for Becky I would not have met Louisa my cover designer. Louisa, you are so amazing at what you do and I look forward to working with you in the future.

To my street team: I love all of you girls and guy each in your own way.

Lindsey you are a godsend. I am so glad to have met you!

To all the readers, bloggers and fellow authors who have helped me along the way. I have made new friends and I am grateful for each and every one of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I
really wanted to stay home. I already knew there'd be no good with attending, but why delay the inevitable? No matter what day I went, I'd still have to find out who my new history partner would be. Still, just the thought of it made my stomach churn. Because everyone knew, Mr Gavin was known for pairing up the wrong type of people for the midterm assignment. So no doubt, I’d end up with someone who was the total opposite to me. Someone snotty, over-classed, popular, and who wouldn’t be caught dead speaking to the likes of me.

      I lived in a small, three-bedroom brick home with my momma. It was nothing to rave about, but it kept us warm at night, and really, I couldn't help but love the place. Momma and I had made it our own. We moved in a year ago when my father ran off with his secretary, leaving us high and dry.

      Momma had to take on a job; she worked night shifts at our local supermarket, stocking shelves and sometimes at the register. At least it was something she loved doing. And being night work, it was enough money to keep the banks off our heels.

      “Skylar James, hurry up with that God-awful makeup and get your butt in here for breakfast,” Momma bellowed from the kitchen. She didn't need to yell; my bedroom was only a door away. I could even hear a normal conversation going on, like the ones where Momma would sit there with her friends and complain about my dad. She’d never figured out I could hear. It killed me when I heard her crying sometimes.

      I walked out of my room and straight into the kitchen to find her at the stove still wearing her work uniform. She had only walked in the door an hour earlier.

      She turned and sighed. “Tell me again why you wear that stuff? It clogs up all your pores, and you’re too beautiful for it anyway.”

      I rolled my eyes as she placed a plateful of eggs and bacon in front of me on the table.

      Yeah.
I snorted.
Me, beautiful? I don't think so
. My hair was too black and too straight. My body was too fatty and too tall. I had no boobs to gloat about, and way too much ass. The only thing I liked about myself was my dark, leafy-green eyes.

      “Momma, you know why. One, I like it, and two, it makes the other kids at school stay away from me. They think I'm a witch or something.”

      She scoffed. “I may start thinking that myself. Should I be checking your room for voodoo dolls?”

      Again, I rolled my eyes as she laughed at her own joke. She knew she could trust me not to fall into any of that sort of stuff.

      The makeup she was referring to was the white powdered foundation I used on my face. It also helped me hide the deep two-centimetre-long scar I had on my forehead that I got when I was six after a skateboard accident. My long, in-the-eyes, black fringe assisted to cover it as well. Wearing black eyeliner and black lipstick was just a preference of mine. It matched the style in which I liked to dress. Like today, I had chosen ankle boots with black fishnet tights, a short tartan skirt, and a black t-shirt. It was still summer, so I wouldn't need my long black jacket.

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