Wildflower (Colors #4) Read Online Free Page A

Instead, once all the tension melted from my body, I fell asleep in the tub and dreamed of the first time I ever laid eyes on Noah.

    I was sixteen years old the first time I spoke to Noah Murphy. He was the new boy in town, all mysterious and hot. Despite the fact I didn’t know him whatsoever, I felt a kinship with him, having been the new kid in Pembrooke just three years earlier when Ethan and I had moved in with Grammy after our parents died.
    He was taller than most of the boys my age, something I loved considering I stood at the same height, if not taller, than most of them myself. His hair was a little too long, but it still managed to look good on him, and I couldn’t help but want to run my fingers through it whenever I watched him brush it off his forehead in the fifth period Geometry class we shared together. His face was sharper, more defined than most of the sixteen-year-old, baby-faced boys in our class. But despite the chiseled jaw and perfect cheekbones, it was his eyes that I was the most drawn to. They were just a little darker than pure honey, yet not quite as dark as the whiskey Grammy had in her liquor cabinet at home. For any teenage girl with raging hormones, he was the epitome of gorgeous. The girls lost their minds over him, and I was no exception.
    I was standing at my locker at school when he appeared at the locker beside mine, like he materialized out of hot guy thin air or something.
    “Hey.”
    Turning in his direction I saw those unique eyes pointing directly at me. Glancing over my shoulder, I looked to see if he was speaking to someone behind me. I couldn’t help it, Noah had been at our school for a little over a week and, until that very moment, I was certain he didn’t know I even existed.
    “Uh… hi?”
    The moment the word came out in the form of a question I wanted to smack myself in the face. Two words. We had only shared two flipping words and already I sounded like an idiot.
    One corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin and my entire face flushed bright red. “You’re Harlow, right?”
    I froze solid at the sound of Noah Murphy saying my name. Noah-flipping-Murphy knew my name!!! He cleared his throat, lifting one of his dark eyebrows when I spent too long doing my impersonation of a statue in the middle of the hallway.
    “Um… uh huh.”
    Words, Harlow! Say words, for the love of God!
    He was probably standing there thinking I was a freak of nature. Noah Murphy went out of his way to come over and say hi, and I was screwing it all to hell. I might as well have just mimed my way through the whole interaction. It couldn’t have possibly been any worse.
    To my dismay, he didn’t run off in the opposite direction. His little grin turned into a full-blown smile, causing my knees to tremble. I had to lean against the lockers for support. I had already made a big enough fool out of myself, I’d be damned if I collapsed to the floor while he was standing right in front of me.
    “I’m Noah. We’re in the same Geometry class, right?”
    Dear sweet baby Jesus, Harlow, use words this time. Do not nod your head like a moron!
    “Yeah!” I answered a little too enthusiastically. “I mean, uh, yeah. I think we do. I guess. I’m not really sure.”
    I wanted to die. I wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow me whole. I would have given anything at that very moment for one of those ugly DeLorean’s just so I could go back in time and have a do-over.
    “Cool,” he grinned. “Be sure to sit by me in class today.”
    Outwardly, I schooled my features as best as I could, but inside I was jumping up and down, squealing like a twelve -year old at a Justin Timberlake concert. I shrugged one shoulder and tried to come off as nonchalant as possible. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that, I guess.”
    He took a step closer. His scent invaded my senses and I promised myself right then that I was going to the mall after school to try and find whatever cologne he was wearing, and I