Trylle 1 - Switched Read Online Free Page A

looking at only me. For one unspoiled minute, everything in life felt perfect in a way that it never had before. Like there should be a spotlight on us and we were the only two people in the world.
    Then something changed in Finn’s expression, something I couldn’t read, but it definitely got darker.
    “You’re not a very good dancer,” Finn commented in that emotionless way he did.
    “Thanks?” I said unsurely. We were mostly just swaying in a small circle, and I wasn’t sure how I could screw that up, and we seemed to be dancing the exact same way as everyone else. Maybe he was joking, so I tried to sound playful when I said, “You’re not that great yourself.”
    “I’m a wonderful dancer,” Finn replied matter-of-factly. “I just need a better partner.”
    “Okay.” I stopped looking up at him and stared straight ahead over his shoulder. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
    “Why do you need to say anything to that? It’s not necessary for you to speak incessantly. Although, I’m not sure you’ve realized that yet.” Finn’s tone had gotten icy, but I still danced with him because I couldn’t come up with enough sense to walk away.
    “I’ve barely said anything. I’ve just been dancing with you.” I swallowed hard and didn’t appreciate how crushed I felt. “And you asked me to dance! It’s not like you’re doing me a favor.”
    “Oh come on,” Finn disparaged me with an exaggerated eye roll. “The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.”
    “Wow.” I stepped back from him, feeling confused tears threatening and this awful pain growing inside of me. “I don’t know what I did to you!” His expression softened, but it was too late.
    “Wendy-”
    “No!” I cut him off. I had started shouting, and everyone around us had stopped dancing to stare at us, but I didn’t care. “You are a total dick!”
    “Wendy!” Finn repeated, but I turned and hurried through the crowd.
    There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to get out of there. Patrick, a kid from biology class, stood by the punch bowl, and I rushed over to him. We weren’t friends, but he’d been one of the few kids here that had been nice to me. When he saw me, he looked confused and concerned, but at least I had his attention.
    “I want to leave. Now,” I hissed at Patrick.
    “What-” Before Patrick could ask what happened, Finn appeared at my side.
    “Look, Wendy, I’m sorry,” Finn apologized sincerely, which only pissed me off more.
    “I don’t wanna hear anything from you!” I snapped and refused to look at him. Patrick looked back and forth between the two of us, trying to decipher what was going on.
    “Wendy,” Finn floundered. “I didn’t mean-”
    “I said I don’t want to hear it!” I glared at him, but only for a second
    “Maybe you should let the guy apologize,” Patrick suggested gently.
    “No, I shouldn’t.” Then, like a small child, I stomped my foot. “I want to go!”
    Finn stood just to the side of us, watching me intently. I clenched my fists and looked at Patrick directly in his eyes. I didn’t like doing this when people watched, but I had to get out of here. I kept chanting what I wanted over and over in my head. I want to go home, just take me home, please, please, just take me home. I can’t be here anymore.
    Patrick’s expression started to change. His face relaxed and got faraway. Blinking, he just stared blankly at me for a minute.
    “I think I should just take you home,” Patrick said groggily.
    “What did you just do?” Finn asked, narrowing his eyes. 
    My heart stopped beating, and for one terrifying second, I was certain he’d know what I’d done. But then I realized that’d be impossible, so I shook it off.
    “I didn’t do anything!” I snapped and looked back at Patrick. “Let’s get out of here.”
    “Wendy!” Finn asked, giving me a hard look. “Do you even know