Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I should’ve known something was up when she accepted the invitation to this particular party. She hates this shit with a passion. That wouldn’t have been so bad, I’m not too worried about Steve getting out of line with her since I already threatened his ass, but now she’s switched shit up again and has turned her attentions to my number one enemy Kevin.
He’s a blowhard who’s full of himself with a pompous attitude that she swore to me up and down makes her stomach curdle. Although I know she’s just doing this shit to get under my skin, I can’t help it. It’s okay for her to give me the silent treatment, but quite another for her to give these assholes the wrong idea.
I had no intention of coming here myself, but once I realized she really intended to come, there’s no way I was letting her do that shit without me here to watch over her. I saw Sherry walk in her eyes, scanning the room, and tried to blend into the wall behind me.
That’s another drawback to Lora’s bullshit. Since she’s been avoiding me at school and has been hitching rides with someone else, everyone seems to have noticed. While most were whispering behind their hands as they tried to figure out what the deal is, Sherry seemed to think it was some kind of go-ahead for her to latch onto my ass.
She’s been acting kind of weird like she knows something I don’t, but I can’t put my finger on what that might be, not that I care. I’d cooled our friendship down a bit after the stunt she pulled the other night, but she doesn’t seem to notice. The more I avoid her, the more persistent she has become, which hasn’t exactly won me any points with Lora, who has a serious hate going on for her.
I tracked Sherry’s movements from my hiding place as she walked through one room to the next but kept most of my attention on the shit Lora was up to. If that asshole Kevin touched her arm one more time, I’m going to break it off and fuck him up with it.
My hands are tied. Idiot Steve invited the whole damn school looks like so everyone I know is here. If I drag her out of here, tongues will more than wag, and that’s the last thing I need. I’ve been trying to handle this shit without giving too much away especially since people are already wondering about the rift between us, the rift that she has fostered by pointedly ignoring my ass whenever we’re in the same room together, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold onto my cool.
And there goes that fucking laugh again. And did she have to dress like that? Her top barely reached her belly button, and those jeans look like she had to run and jump into them. Now everyone knows what a nice ass she has, and I’ve noticed more than one guy noticing it.
I’m pretty sure most of them are losing their shit because she’d gone from dressing moderately conservative to damn near Girls Gone Wild on my ass. I was willing to leave shit alone until we got home, but then I saw the asshole giving her a Solo cup that someone else had just passed to him. Hell to the fuck no. I was on the move before she could even lift that shit to her mouth.
LORA
He doesn’t know it, but I’ve been clocking him out the side of my eye all evening. One, in case things get out of hand and I need him to save me as might be the case with this Kevin person who seems way pushier than I’d expect a high school boy to be, and two, so I could be sure that he’s not missing one second of the fact that I’m having fun without him.
My laugh might be a little forced, but he doesn’t know that from across the room, not with the loud music and people shouting over each other to be heard. But it’s enough that he can see. I flung my head back and laughed at the third inane pickup line from this slimeball, giving a great impression of the ditzy teenager who was falling for his bullshit.
The truth is I’ve been bored since ten minutes after arriving here. Beneath the false gaiety, I feel empty and cold, alone, even a little bit lost. But since I’m the one who started this, I have to see it through to the end. I just didn’t expect to compare everyone to Tyler and find them all lacking.
I thought making him jealous would give me some kind of satisfaction, but so far, all it’s done is make me feel even more isolated from him, and it’s getting tiring keeping this smile on my face. I tried not to throw up in revulsion when Kevin ran his finger down my arm for the third or fourth time.