Scarlet stared at Blake, saw his blue eyes glistening in the firelight, and remembered that she had been attracted to him once. He was a great-looking guy, the ultimate jock, the guy that most girls in the school would die for. There was a time when she had really wanted him. Then she’d met Sage.
But Sage was gone from her life now. He had left her, had stood her up.
Or had he?
Maybe Blake was being sincere, she thought. Maybe she should give him another chance.
“It wasn’t really me,” Blake said. “I was just like under a lot of pressure, you know? Like from Vivian and—”
“Are you going to sit there all night with this lonely girl?” came a voice.
Scarlet’s hair stood on end to hear Vivian’s voice; she looked over, and Vivian came and squatted on the other side of Blake, draping a hand
