Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Allison wasn’t swooning or preening like a peacock like the other girls would be. She stood there in the bright room with one shoe on, while everyone stared at her like some sort of zoo animal. No, she wasn’t basking in the attention. She was embarrassed. And angry. Very angry. Seemingly at me.
Probably has something to do with how you parted ways, dumbass.
I had her tits in my mouth, then I bailed on her, and from the looks of things, she isn’t interested in picking up where we left off. She’s pissed. I get it. But it’s not like I could’ve called to apologize if I wanted to. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly enough to get her number when my future was being flushed down the shitter.
I dig into my jeans pocket, pulling out my smokes before lighting one up. I all but quit for lacrosse. Now I can do whatever the hell I want, and fuck, I feel free. Lookie there, another silver lining. I hear my name being yelled, and I turn around to see Kaylee and Kylie impatiently waiting for me, dressed in tight white tank tops and short skirts with neon handprints all over their tight little bodies, and matching pouts on their faces. I take a drag, holding up a finger to let them know I’ll be back in a minute.
“Five bucks,” I hear the freshman tell someone.
“Just here to get my girl.”
I smirk, feeling sorry for the poor bastard who has to rescue his girlfriend, but when I turn to face him, he looks familiar with his lip ring and the plugs in his ears. I narrow my eyes, trying to place him.
“Sorry, man. Five bucks,” the freshman repeats. Dude works his jaw in annoyance before shoving past him. He stops short when I block the doorway, crossing my arms and blowing the smoke from my cigarette toward him.
“Problem?” I ask.
“You,” he accuses, his eyes slanting with recognition. I raise my brows at his tone.
“Me.” I chuckle, swinging my arms open wide.
“I’m here for Allie.”
The smirk drops from my face when it clicks. This is the guy from the bar. The one who touched Allison’s body with the familiarity of someone who knows it intimately.
“Rules are rules.” I shrug, just to be a dick, flicking my cigarette behind him. The freshman stomps it out for me.
“You’re either going to go get Allie or you’re going to let me in,” he informs me.
“And what you’re not going to do is come to my fucki—”
“Leave him alone, Jesse,” Allison snaps from behind me, cutting me off. I turn to face her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes hard. A smart-ass retort is on the tip of my tongue, but something in her expression holds me back. She breezes past me, her sweet scent wafting behind her.
“Thanks for coming, Dylan.” Dylan. Dylan the Douche.
“You good?” he asks, looking her up and down, as if inspecting her for damage.
“Yeah. Just wet,” she mutters as Dylan ushers her down the steps with his hand on the small of her back.
“I have that effect on women,” I call out just to piss her off.
She glares at me over her shoulder, flipping me off as Dylan tightens his grip on her waist.
“Call me!”
Dylan opens the passenger door of his old school Dodge Challenger, and Allison slides in before he closes it. I watch her through the window, my hands shoved into my front pockets. A pair of slender hands circle my neck from behind, sliding down my chest, and then Kaylee or Kylie’s lips nibble on my ear. I hold Allie’s stare, the corner of my lip quirking up when I see the frown painting her pretty features. But she can’t look away, and neither can I.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kylie, the more aggressive of the two best friends, whispers before scraping her teeth across my earlobe. The Challenger roars to life and I sever our connection, if only to be the one to look away first.
Fuck it. I was craving someone in Doc Martens and a perpetual attitude, but… “You’ll do.”
It’s bright. Too fucking bright. Eyes closed, I stumble out of bed, tripping over someone’s high heel on the way to the window, and jerk the curtains shut. Much better. I sit on the edge of the bed in the spare room at Sullivan’s house, propping my elbows on my knees and running my hands through my hair as I piece together the events of last night. After Allison left, I pounded shots, having fun with Kaylee and Kylie before I was too drunk to function. I sent them packing moments before falling into bed and passing the fuck out.
Head pounding, I slap around on the nightstand, feeling for my lighter and the half-smoked blunt I left there last night. I light it up, letting the smoke fill my lungs and ghost it, holding it as long as I can before a cough sputters out. I lie back, one arm behind my head, the other pinching the blunt to my lips once more, as I watch the rotating blade of the ceiling fan. The familiar buzz makes its way through my body, making me feel warm and heavy, and I’m just about to pass out again when my phone goes off.