Have No Reason

Pamela

Have No Reason

Have No Reason

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This is part of the introduction to the book

Why Her?

Francisco's POV

I felt that same tug in my chest as Alex walked in. That's happened

ever since she moved here last year. The worst of it all, she's my

mate. She's hideous for all I know. Not what I can see. Because... I

can't see! I'm not blind. She hides herself in baggy sweatshirts and

sweatpants.

Alex had long brown hair... I think. What I do know for sure is her face.

I have it memorized, and I love what I see. Her eyes are an icy blue,

so blue, they're almost unhuman. They have the same fierce look in

any kind of mood. Although all she looks at me are faces of hurt and

anger. I resent what I did. She has a cute button nose, and big pouty

lips perfect for mine. Wait a minute... what just happened?

Ever since she moved here all I did was ignore her. I knew she felt the

same pull as I did. But I couldn't help it. She wasn't at all my type. My

type was redheads with curves. A real body. A proud body. I sighed

and headed to class early. One of the classes I had with Alex. She

was already there, of course. In her usual get up. Baggy sweatshirt

and sweatpants. Though, I must admit, those pants made her ass look

huge. And yes, I did look. Can't blame me, can you?

I took my assigned seat. Next to her. Her shoulder scrunched up when

I scooted closer to her, to actually get into my seat. They were tiny.

Though, she was tinier, she had space between her stomach and the

desk. Guess she was skinny. The teacher walked in, her wrinkled face

looking bored.

"Okay, class," she yelled at us. "today, we're doing a lab and you're

partner will be the person sitting next to you." I looked at Alex and she

looked at me. I was getting lost in her big blue eyes, and she

automatically looked away. I sighed, and as soon as she was handed

the paper, she immediately started working on it. Well, my mate's

smart, I thought, that's attractive. But it was.

I had my right hand up and I was twirling a pencil in it. While she was

doing a problem, she didn't notice that her sweatshirt sleeve slid off

her tan shoulder. I however, couldn't stop staring at it...