Hazel moved with grace. Her hips swaying and her handbag swinging. She looked stunning in her black A-line mini dress. Her heels clicked against the marble floor.
At her sides were her very own minions — the unidentical twins — Alexis and Alexa, in matching bodycon dresses. They moved like they had purpose, stealing the glances of students that they walked past.
Hazel had pulled out her mirror, fixing her lipstick. The twins were busy with their phones. Alexis was active on the Gossip page, and Alexa was busily texting Eric—her not-taking-him-serious boyfriend, as she termed it.
If she was asked to explain, she'd be like,
'So we're dating, yes. It's like he's dating me but I'm not dating him. I'm just not taking him seriously, you know.'
She was nuts.
Abruptly, Hazel could perceive the scent of a familiar cologne...
"Hazel." His voice came out sharp, commanding all heads to lift.
Logan Hayes?
A mixture of emotions spread within Hazel—shock, intrigue, and anticipation.
