Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Who told you about my schedule?” I say as I walk behind him.
He glances at Max over his shoulder and winks.
Max just grins awkwardly, making me laugh.
“He’s an obsessed little twink,” Heath says.
“Heath!” I stop in my tracks. “Oh my God, you did not just say that.”
Heath shrugs again.
Max chuckles. “Twink? Hmm. It does have a ring to it.”
“Really?” I mutter.
“Fine then, little twink, guard our little thief,” Heath says, adding another wink while he comes to walk beside me. “If those fuckers came to attack her out on the street, they’re definitely not afraid to try it here.”
“C’mon, guys, I’m fine,” I say.
“Let me do this, please,” Max says, grabbing my hand. “Just for now.”
“And me,” Heath says, grabbing my other hand. “I don’t fucking care how long, as long as you’re safe.”
Before I know it, they’ve pulled me inside against my will.
“But wait, what if someone sees us like this?”
“You’re mine, and I don’t care who sees,” Heath says.
“Ours,” Max corrects.
“Fine. But you’re mine too,” Heath growls, making Max blush too.
“Wow …” The unimpressed mumblings from a partially green-haired bombshell known as Sunny Reed standing in the corner make me swallow away the lump in my throat. “Two guys, huh?”
“It’s none of your business, Sunny,” Heath retorts.
“Uh, did you forget he’s my brother?” she retorts, pushing herself off the wall to get in their way. “Anything he does, I make it my business.”
“Whatever. Just don’t get in our way,” Heath says.
Sunny grabs Max’s arm, stopping us all. “Are you okay, lil’ bro? Just say the magic word.”
“Magic word?” I mumble.
She looks me up and down, slightly less unimpressed but with an obvious smirk on her face. “I guess you’ll do.”
Wow. I don’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. Maybe both.
“I’m proud of you, lil’ bro,” she says, slapping him on the chest a couple of times. “But she’s got her other hand locked with Heath-Emo-Ledger over here, and I don’t know if you intended to share?”
“Ledger?!” Heath growls. “My name is Heath fucking Preston.”
“Relax, wrinkle-dick, I wasn’t talking to you,” Sunny says, lowering her eyes at him.
Heath’s hand squeezes mine. “You fuckin—”
“She’s my sister, Heath. Please keep it civil,” Max says, putting his hand against Heath’s chest right before he’s about to barge over to her.
“Civil?!” Heath growls. “You heard what she called me!”
Sunny laughs. “Be glad. I rarely give anyone a compliment like that.”
Heath pulls up his sleeves. “Okay, that’s it.”
“We’re together. All of us,” I blurt out just to stop the fight that’s about to start.
And it wasn’t just Sunny who heard me say it. The entire hallway did, and everyone, literally everyone, is staring at us.
Oh God.
I slam my hand in front of my mouth.
“What …?” Sunny says with a low tone, her face completely gone off the rails stone-cold. “You’re together, as in, the three of you?”
“Four, actually, if you count Silas,” Max says, with an obvious blush on his face. “But he’s only with her.”
“Silas …” she mutters. “Silas has a girlfriend?” Then she bursts out into laughter. “Oh my God, this is too funny.” She wipes away a tear, and her smile disappears almost instantly as she focuses her gaze onto Heath. “If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re fucking him.”
Max butts in and comes to stand between them. “Don’t start a fight on my behalf now, Sunny. It’s not worth it.”
“Fuck me …” Heath grunts, wiping his face.
“Sorry,” I say.
“It’s fine. I’m not worried about what anyone thinks,” Max says, shrugging it off. “And Sunny doesn’t get a say in who I date.”
“Whatever,” she says, shrugging too. “I’m not gonna protect you from Mom, though.”
“Then don’t tell her,” Max says.
“Like I have time,” she retorts. “Good luck with keeping this from her, though.” She puts her fingers to her lips and gives him an air kiss. “See ya later, lover boys.”
“Bye,” Heath growls at her. “Good riddance.”
Max slaps him on the chest. “C’mon. She’s not that bad.”
“She’s worse than that,” he says.
“She’s protective of me. That’s a good quality,” Max says.
“I’m protective,” Heath says, pointing at his own chest. “She’s nosy. There’s a big difference.”
“Nosy or curious?” I say, winking to lighten the mood.
“Doubt it. She has boys literally lining up to fall over themselves to let her stomp all over their hearts. This whole foursome thing is nothing unfamiliar.”
“Noted,” I reply.
“But you already knew that,” Max says, checking his phone. “Anyway, let’s get to class. We’re late.”
“Shit,” I mutter to myself before running off.
Max and I walk into the room that we’re supposed to be in and swiftly wave goodbye to Heath, who has to attend a different class.
“Late again, Miss Clark?” The teacher, Mr. Alec Caruso, places his book down on the table and throws me a stern look. “And you, Mr. Fletcher. Out of all people, I’d expect to be on time.” He raises a brow at Max.