I am knocking on Genna Saunders’ door and wondering what all the racket inside is. Her house is quite large, which is to be expected since we go to a very distinguished private school. Even in its entirety, the outside of the home is also modest.
The door swings open and instead of Genna, there is a boy with sandy blonde hair that sticks up awkwardly in all the wrong places. He is trying to give me a menacing glare but he’s failing miserably.
“You must be Zayn.” He says in voice in which he is obviously trying to make deeper.
“Uh, yeah,” I shuffle my feet. Even though I have the bad boy look, the truth is I’m just nervous around people in general.
“I’m Genna’s brother Martin.”
I really don’t know what to say, so I stand there letting the silence take over. Martin takes my absence of voice as fear and a devious smile spreads over his face.
“Come in,” He says as he clears the doorway so I