Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
He might be grinning, but I could tell that he was still fuming mad. He looked downright evil right now, and I really didn't like it.
"He won't do anythin' but I'm sure Ryder will. You know your big brother who just happens to be my big sister's boyfriend," I cut in, smiling sweetly.
Damien snorted. "Little Bee can hold her own, I'm proud."
I looked to him and smiled a genuine smile; he was lovely, so different from his crazy-arse brother.
"Shut up, you," I said, playfully making Damien snort.
"Not that this episode of Irish/American Teenage Drama isn't interestin' but can you all get a move on?" Mr. Rivers suddenly shouted.
All the guys on the team launched straight back into their laps, and the girls moved to the mats where gossip was clearly flying back and forth. Gavin kept his arm around me, and his body pressed to mine while Dominic glowered at us.
He looked me directly in the eye. "Fuck you, Bronagh."
I felt like he was stating a fact like he was done with me, and I was horrified because it actually hurt.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to say, "Not in this lifetime or the next, Fuckface."
If looks could kill, I would have been dead and buried with the look Dominic shot me. His entire body tensed, his hands were clenched together, and veins were popping out everywhere.
"Walk away," Damien murmured to Dominic.
Dominic bore his eyes into mine, and I found I couldn't look back into his so I lowered my head and completely avoided his gaze. I watched his feet as he turned and jogged off, joining the rest of the lads who were being shouted at by Mr. Rivers.
"Sorry about him bro, he has a bit of a temper," Damien said.
I looked up and snorted while Gavin chuckled behind me.
A bit of a temper?
That was an understatement if I've ever heard one.
Damien winked at me. "Catch you later, Bee."
I smiled at him, liking the fact that he called me Bee like Branna did.
"Later."
When Damien jogged off, I turned to Gavin, who snorted down at me.
"I'm really expectin' a date from you, it's the least you can do since Dominic might just murder me soon."
I playfully rolled my eyes. "I feel weird though; I've never been on a date."
Gavin raised his eyebrows. "Never?"
He seemed very shocked.
I shook my head. "No, I've never been asked out by anyone. I mean, lads aren't into me. Sure you were me first kiss."
"What?" Gavin asked and dropped his jaw.
"Why are you actin' so surprised?"
He stared at me blankly, blinking.
"Gavin?" I prompted him.
"Collins!" Mr. Rivers screamed making me jump with fright.
"Sir?" Gavin asked after a moment of doing nothin' but staring at me.
"Leave the female alone and get your head and legs back into your laps!"
I rolled my eyes at Mr. Rivers and looked back at Gavin, who was looking at me again.
"You're startin' to freak me out by just starin' at me, Gav," I said.
Gavin chuckled. "Sorry but you have no idea how happy you just made me."
"How?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Never mind Bee, I've to run, literally, but give me your number? I'm cashin' in on that date I made up for Dominic's benefit."
I punched his shoulder, making him laugh.
I sighed trying to downplay the blush that was creeping up my neck. He just called me Bee; I guess that was my official nickname. Between Branna always calling me it and Damien now calling me it, it was obvious it was sticking. Even Gavin using it was sort of making me want to giggle. I was also trying to will away the sweat that started to fill my palms.
"Gavin, a lot of new things are happenin' to me lately. I was invisible for a long time and now all of a sudden, I'm not and crazy shite-"
"It's a date Bronagh, not a weddin'. Chill," Gavin chuckled.
I chuckled a little along with him. I knew a date wasn'thin' to be freaking out over, but a date for me was something to freak out over because I honestly had no clue about anything like that. I mean, I didn't even know how to accept the invite correctly.
"You're right," I breathed. "I mean, it's just for fun, right?"
Gavin nodded. "Yeah, we can go see a film. I might even let you pick." He winked.
Was he flirting with me?
I wasn't sure but blushed either way incase he was.
"Okay."
"Yeah?" Gavin smiled.
He had such a pretty smile.
"Yeah," I smiled back at him.
He took his phone from his shorts and handed it to me; I quickly typed in my number and handed it back to him.
"I'm gonna annoy the shite outta you with texts." He grinned devilishly.
Surprisingly, the thought of that didn't bother me in the slightest.
"Oh God, did I just give a potential stalker my number?" I gasped.
Gavin pulled a face and playfully shoved me making me laugh.
"Collins! Girlfriend time is for home time, you're on my time so move!"
"Girlfriend?" a voice called out from my left. "That was quick work, pretty girl."
I forced myself not to turn around and correct Dominic, because for some reason I wanted him to think I was Gavin's girlfriend in hopes that it would hurt him like he has hurt me.
"Don't let him get to you," Gavin murmured as he leaned down and put his arms around me.
I jumped a little before giving him a quick squeeze like I've seen girls do with guys.
"Text you later, okay?" He smiled then turned and jogged away.
Obviously his question was rhetorical since he didn't stick around for an answer but it was a good thing that he moved away, because I was a few seconds away from collapsing into a melted puddle at the smile he shot me over his shoulder.
How in Jesus' name had I not perved on him since first year started?
I've noticed his looks a little since we did go to school together, but holy hell, I've never really looked at him. He was fucking stunning, and his smile was a serious contender against Dominic's, even though he didn't have dimples. I paused mid thought and grunted. How did that fucker work his way into my Gavin filled thoughts? He just couldn't leave me alone, even inside my damn head!