Trylle 1 - Switched Read Online Free

part, I hate shoes. With nothing else to do, I resorted to people watching. As the night wore on, I found myself feeling increasingly lonely and bored.
    Kids had actually started dancing as the gymnasium filled up, and the band moved onto some kind of Tears For Fears medley. I had decided that I’d been here long enough, and I planned on making my escape when Finn finally pushed through the doors.
    Wearing a slim-fitting black dress shirt and dark jeans, he looked good. He had the sleeves rolled up and an extra button undone on his shirt, and I wondered why I had never realized how attractive he looked before.
    His eyes met mine, and he walked over to me, surprising me with his obvious attempts at interaction. As often as he seemed to be watching me, he never initiated contact with me. Not even today, when he’d walked past my house.
    “I didn’t peg you for the dancing kind,” Finn commented when he reached me.
    “I was thinking the same thing about you,” I said, and he shrugged.
    Finn sat down on the bleachers next to me, and I sat up a bit straighter. He glanced over at me but didn’t say anything. Already, he looked annoyed and he’d just gotten here. An awkward silence settled over us, and I hurried to fill it.
    “You arrived awfully late to the dance. Couldn’t decide what to wear?” I teased.
    “I had stuff with work,” Finn explained vaguely
    “Oh? Do you work somewhere near my house?” I asked, plundering on ahead with this failed conversation.
    “Something like that,” Finn sighed. Eager to change the subject, he looked over at me. “Have you been dancing?”
    “Nope,” I said. “Dancing is for suckers.”
    “Is that why you came to a dance?” Finn looked down at my bare feet. “You didn’t wear the right shoes for dancing. You didn’t even wear the right shoes for walking.”
    “I don’t like shoes,” I told him defensively. My hem landed above my knees, but I tried to pull it down, as if I could get it to cover my bare feet embarrassment.
    Finn gave me a look I couldn’t read at all, then went back to staring at the people dancing out in front of us. By now, the floor was almost entirely covered. Kids still dotted the bleachers, but they were mostly the headgear kids and the ones with dandruff.
    “So this is what you’re doing? Watching other people dance?” Finn asked.
    “I guess,” I shrugged.
    Finn leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and I moved so I sat up straighter. My dress was strapless, and I rubbed at my bare arms, feeling naked and uncomfortable.
    “You cold?” Finn glanced over at me, and I shook my head. “I think it’s cold in here.”
    “It’s a little chilly,” I admitted. “But nothing I can’t handle.”
    Finn would barely look at me, which was a complete 180 from his constant creepy staring. Somehow, I found this worse. I don’t know why he had even come to the dance if he hated it so much, and I was about to ask him that when he turned to look at me.
    “You wanna dance?” Finn asked me flatly.
    “Are you asking me to dance with you?”
    “Yeah,” Finn shrugged.
    “Yeah?” I shrugged sarcastically. “You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
    His mouth crept up in his hint of a smile, and that officially won me over, the way it always did. I hated myself for it.
    “Fair enough.” Finn stood up and extended his hand to me. “Would you, Wendy Everly, care to dance with me?”
    “Sure.” I placed my hand in his, trying to ignore how warm his skin felt and the rapid beating of my own heart, and got to my feet.
    Naturally, the band had just started playing “If You Leave” by OMD, making me feel like I had walked into a perfect movie moment. Finn led me to the dance floor, and he placed his hand on the small of my back. I put one hand on his shoulder, and he held my other hand.
     I was so close to him, I could feel the delicious heat radiating from his body. His eyes were the darkest eyes I had ever seen, and they were