Amanda Hocking [Trylle Trylogy 01] Switched (pdf)

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throw him off his game somehow. You have the darkest brown eyes I have
ever seen. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I wanted to take it back. It was
vaguely swoony and not at all menacing, like it had somehow sounded in my
head. Oh yeah, complimenting his eyes, that s really gonna hurt his feelings.
Your eyes are almost the same color, Finn replied instantly, which
rattled me, but I kept my eyes locked on his. I would win this. Maybe a shade
lighter.
They are not, I retorted incredulously. My eyes were a fairly dark
brown, but I couldn t say for sure how dark they were compared to Finn s.
Without a mirror handy, I didn t know how he could say it with such certainty.
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No, they are, Patrick agreed. I rolled my eyes at that, thus breaking
my eye contact with Finn. I would ve been disappointed if I hadn t been so
relieved. Looking at him like that was making my heart react stupidly, and I was
eager to make it stop.
Of course you side with him, I grumbled and leaned back in my
chair.
To be fair, the truth sided with him, Patrick said.
You re getting angry over your own eye color? Finn asked, and if I
didn t know any better, I would think he sounded slightly bemused.
No. I m not getting angry over anything, I lied and crossed my arms
over my chest. I was getting angry but with myself for getting so flustered over
everything Finn said and did.
So, how come you moved here? Patrick turned back to Finn,
apparently tiring of my current attitude. Not that I blamed him. I was tired of
my attitude.
Work, Finn replied. His goal seemed to be to reveal nothing about
himself.
Your parents? Patrick asked.
Family business, Finn answered stiffly, then nodded to me. What
about you? Why here? Why this school?
I really don t know, I admitted. Maggie and Matt had explained their
decision to me, but in the end, I didn t really care why they picked here, so I
had forgotten. My brother thought it was a good school, I guess.
Your brother? Finn raised an eyebrow, looking mildly confused.
Yeah, I live with my older brother and my aunt, I explained. They re
my guardians.
Where are your parents? Finn pried. It was beginning to feel more
like an interrogation, and I bristled at it.
I don t really think that s any of your business, I said icily.
Finn s confusion disappeared into a mask I couldn t read. He just
looked at me, the way he always did, and despite my anger, my stomach insisted
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doing that flipping thing. I wanted to look away from him, but it was like I
couldn t. It wasn t just my normal urge to beat him at something. This was an
actual compulsion that I had no control over.
This pizza is really good, you guys, Patrick tried to cut through the
tension that had settled at the table. He broke whatever spell Finn had over me,
and I lowered my eyes, staring at the Jell-o on my plate and trying to figure out
what was going on.
I do like curls, Tegan was saying in a voice so loud it was obviously
meant for me, but I m just so afraid that my hair would end up a Brillo pad
like hers. They were walking right behind me, and one of her minions cackled.
Touching my soft, messy curls, I turned to glare after her, but she didn t even
notice.
I wanna kick her right in the labia, I growled, still glaring at her
departing figure.
No, yeah, that seems like a perfectly reasonable reaction, Finn said.
She made a silly snide comment you know isn t true, so you threaten physical
harm. Perfect. Patrick laughed at our exchange, although I didn t find it
amusing.
I think I might hate you, I lied, staring at Finn as harshly as I could.
Leaning forward on the table, Finn matched my gaze with a much
softer one. I don t think you do. With that, he stood up and started clearing
his tray. If you ll excuse me, I ve got an exam to study for. I ll see you in class.
I watched him walk away, feeling my heart race with anger and
something far more sinister. I couldn t make sense of my mixed emotions about
him. Most of the time, I really, really wanted to kick him in the shins. But other
times, I felt perfectly content to just stare into his eyes, and I had never felt
anything like that before. Nor had I ever wanted to. My life had been built
around me being a self-contained island, and I had no intention of letting
anyone else on it.
So, he s interesting, Patrick allowed and took a drink of his milk.
He is a creep! I insisted.
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