Dare You to Chase the Soccer Player - Lacy Andersen Page 0,1

was coming down in sheets now. I could hardly catch my breath. It wasn’t until we were inside did I finally manage to get a lungful of air.

The stranger released me, and I dragged my sopping wet sandals across the dry cement floor. I was officially soaked from head to toe. Gone was the last bit of straightened hair. If I was lucky, the concealer I’d carefully put over my horrible acne scars this morning was still in place. I could only pray that if I didn’t touch my cheeks, it would all stay in place.

If anyone saw me without my makeup, I really was going to need a Grim Reaper to put me out of my misery.

I dropped my rear onto the nearest picnic table bench and pouted, waiting for my skin to dry. It wasn’t until I dragged my eyes up from the floor to look at my rescuer did I snap out of the self-pity and dove straight into embarrassment territory.

“You?!”

“Me.” My rescuer smirked at me, as if he were trying to keep from laughing. He shook his dirty blond hair, sending water droplets flying. “Nice to see you again, Lexi Black.”

Every syllable of my name fell off his tongue like the electrifying sound of a guitar riffing. I knew that hair, just long enough to fall over his brow. The strong jawline and perfectly shaped nose. And most of all, those eyes so blue that a Robin’s egg had nothing on them. We’d met only a few days ago, at my dad’s work party for the new movie they were going to be filming at Rock Valley High this fall. I didn’t know his name, but I could pick him out of a lineup anywhere.

The mystery boy.

That work party was supposed to be all glitz and glamour, but had ended in me sitting alone sending snapchats to all my friends who’d abandoned me that night because it was so boring. The only not-boring part about that party had been meeting him...the boy who’d never given me his name and was now looking at me with a strange expression in his blue eyes.

“What are you, some kind of stalker?” I shot him a nervous smile as I tried to nonchalantly smooth my hair out. It probably didn’t help. I was sure I looked like a drowned rat and half of my makeup was gone. It was just my luck that today of all days I had to come face-to-face with the most gorgeous boy I’d ever seen in my sixteen years of life.

The side of his mouth quirked in disbelief. He pushed his six-foot-tall athletic frame onto the nearest tabletop and grasped the edge with his long, slender fingers. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been accused of being a stalker before. For the record, I was practicing my soccer moves before the monsoon came through and I had to rescue you from drowning. Now, I’m just waiting on my ride.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for that.” I stared hopelessly down at my blouse which had been soaked through and flecked with mud. Much like my mom’s expensive blouse I’d stained the night I met mystery boy, it was ruined. “You’re a nightmare for my wardrobe, you know that?”

He snorted and then smiled down at the ground, flashing his impossibly white and straight teeth. It was a nice smile, the kind that made a girl’s stomach twitch a little bit with the sensation of butterfly wings.

When we’d met at the party, he’d been all serious and tense, first accusing me of being the paparazzi—as if that would ever happen in Rock Valley High—and then, out of nowhere, coming to my rescue after I’d destroyed my mom’s shirt. He’d disappeared into the crowd after that. I’d tried to look for him, but there was no sign of the mystery boy. I had started to believe he was a figment of my imagination, but now, here he was again. In the flesh.

Definitely still a mystery.

“So, what’s your name, anyway?” I asked.

He froze, blinking at me as if in shock. “What? What do you mean?”

“Your name, silly.” I gave him my most flirtatious smile. It was one I’d perfected on the boys at school. “You know, the question people usually ask when they meet someone new. You know mine. It’s only fair that I know yours.”

“My name?” His face contorted as if I’d just asked him if the sky was blue. “It’s...Zane?”

It seemed like he was anticipating some kind of fireworks show from