Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Her hair is long and straight—not curled like the Facebook
photo—and she’s wearing a black, off-the-shoulder sweater
and skinny jeans that are torn to near shreds. I can see bits of
her thighs.
Ryen. My Ryen. I tighten my fists under my arms, my
muscles tensing.
She isn’t saying anything. Does she know who I am?
I hear her friend clear her throat, and I blink, dragging my
eyes over to her and finally answering. “Hi.”
Fountain girl cocks her head at me. “So, I need a kiss,” she
says matter-of-factly.
I breathe shallow, so aware of Ryen it hurts.
“Do you now?” I say, noticing her long, dark hair spilling
around a scarf she wears with a gray tank top. It’s fucking
freezing in here.
She gestures to her card. “Yeah, it’s on my scavenger
hunt.”
And then her eyes fall down my body, a smile playing on
her lips. I guess that means she wants a kiss from me?
She steps forward, but before she gets too close, I take her
card out of her hand and skim it.
“Funny. I don’t see it on here,” I say, handing it back.
“I’m doing it for her,” she explains, shooting a look to her
friend. “She’s shy.”
“I’m picky,” Ryen retorts, and I quickly turn my eyes on
her again, her flippant response goading me.
She cocks her head defiantly, staring me full on in the
eyes.
So does that mean I’m not worthy? Well, well… I hide my
smile.
“Lyla!” someone nearby yells. “Oh, my GGod, come here!”
Ryen’s friend turns her head to a group of people to her left
and laughs at whatever they’re doing. She must be Lyla then.