Chapter 8

Natalie

Noah drives up to the curb with his old, roofless red Ferrari. It's probably super expensive, very stylish, like the man sitting behind the wheel.

I have to fight the immediate response to drool. Noah looks good with his shades and a white t-shirt in the summer heat. It's fighting for its dear life to hold back his pumped, sexy biceps.

"Good day," Noah muses. "Or should I say morning, Mrs. late riser?"

I open the car door. "Good day to you too."

Noah smiles at me but snaps his head to the sidewalk when a girl from our school, Lindsay, calls his name.

"Noah!"

Lindsay walks down from a building with a Louis Vuitton purse dangling from her trimmed arms. Her smile speaks of a woman who knows she has the world admiring her beauty.

I'm not exaggerating. Lindsay looks like she could be dating the handsome man sitting next to me. They would make an attractive couple that could easily pose for magazines.

"Hey, Lindsay," Noah says. "I didn't know you lived here."

When Lindsay walks up