Wildflower (Colors #4) Read Online Free Page B

didn’t care how weird that made me. “Awesome.” He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear causing my entire body to break out in goose bumps. “See you later, wildflower.”
    With that, he turned and walked away, his stride confident and self-assured. He gave me a nickname. Noah Murphy… the hottest guy in school gave me a nickname and told me to sit by him in class! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t contain my excitement as my inner twelve-year-old girl emerged dancing and squealing out in the open for everyone to see.
    That was how my best friend, Chloe, found me. “Please tell me you’re having a seizure or something. Because if not, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
    “Noah Murphy just asked me to sit by him in Geometry!” I squeaked. “And he called me wildflower!”
    “No way,” she breathed, her eyes going wide. Chloe understood as well as anybody how important it was for Noah Murphy to talk to you. Every girl in Pembrooke High School wanted to date him. And he asked me to sit next to him in class.
    That. Was. Epic!
    “That’s so awesome!” Chloe declared, grabbing my hands and joining me in my squeal-fest like any good best friend should. Suddenly she stopped jumping up and down and sucked in a sharp gasp before flailing her arms around in front of her. “Ohmigod. I bet he’s gonna ask you out!”
    My heart rate picked up as images of Noah taking me on my very first date flooded my head. “You think so?”
    “Totally! You two would be so cute together! You better say yes!”
    If Chloe was right and he did ask me out on a date there was no way in hell I’d say no. Noah Murphy was the first boy to ever spark my interest. The three years I’d lived in Pembrooke consisted of going to school, helping Grammy raise Ethan, and missing my parents terribly.
    Neither of us could have known it at the time, but it was in that moment that Noah Murphy had just become someone very important in my life.

With an agitated growl, I sent the pen in my hand sailing through the air and straight into my brother’s chest.
    “Well, I see someone’s all sunshine and unicorns this morning,” he said, his sleep-gruff voice full of humor as he wiped at the ink smudge on his t-shirt. As if being frustrated with the current upheaval of my life wasn’t already enough, I was also exhausted. It was as though memories of Noah were haunting me every single second of the day since moving back from New York. If I wasn’t awake and thinking about him, I was asleep and dreaming about him. After trying my hardest not to think about him for the past five years, the asshole was now invading every available inch of headspace.
    “Shut it, turd breath,” I grumbled back as I crumpled up the newspaper on the table in front of me and stood to throw it in the trash. Scanning the help wanted ads in our miniscule town every day for the past week and a half was doing nothing but putting me in a funk. After my friends had packed up and headed back to New York, I told myself I wasn’t going to get depressed at the thought of them leaving me behind. I threw myself into getting situated in Pembrooke.
    Navie had helped by packing up all my belongings when she got back home and shipping everything to me. I got my room squared away and felt a little more settled once I was surrounded by my things, but it wasn’t enough. Grammy’s life insurance, along with what Ethan and I received after our parents died, was enough to keep the bills paid and food in the fridge and pantry, making sure there was enough to get us by for a few months while I job hunted. It wasn’t that we were hurting for money. The problem was I needed something to do. I was going stir-crazy sitting in this house day after day.
    Ethan had a life of his own. Even though the school was out for Thanksgiving, and the football season was over, he still managed to have a schedule so full it kept him out of the house most days. If I didn’t find