Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Winter
Seven Years Ago
“I can always tell when they arrive,” I remarked, sticking a
nugget to the end of my fork. “You all get so quiet.”
A few laughs go off around the lunch table as Noah, Rika,
and the other girls check out the horsemen, whom I’ve also
become aware of in my short time here. It was easy to notice
when one or all of them entered a room. The chatter changed,
there would be a whisper or two, and while I’d love to get
caught up in the intrigues of Thunder Bay Prep, it was
probably best I couldn’t see how hot they reportedly were. We
were freshman, and they were seniors and completely out of
our league.
I already had a crush anyway. My insides tingled every
time I thought about our escapades in the car and motorcycle
last night. I was more than ready for my first kiss, and while I
wasn’t sure what his interest in me was, he clearly wasn’t
reading my deep-seated, teenage desire for some heat. Maybe
he didn’t see me like that at all.
After the motorcycle ride, we got into his car, he took me
home, and I went to bed, no one in my family the wiser that
I’d even been gone. I thought we would talk more, or I’d get
some kind of idea if he’d be back and when, but he didn’t say