Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I don’t give a shit about Ryker,” he mutters, narrowing his beady eyes. “But maybe she needs to know the truth.”
“Stop fucking with our team,” Blaze tells him quietly. “You’re the problem. Not Ryker.”
Archer smirks. “You’re just his little lapdog.”
Blaze takes a menacing step forward. “I said leave.”
My chest is rising rapidly. How does he know about me and Ryker? It’s possible he’s just throwing out guesses. “Wait a minute,” I say. “I want him to explain himself.”
An expression of glee flits across Archer’s face.
And I feel trapped, as if I’ve reacted exactly the way he wanted me to. I straighten my glasses. Charisma is next to me, bristling like a mother hen. “Yeah. Speak, jerk face,” she says.
Archer sighs, a pleased smirk on his face. “By the look on your face, I guess it’s true then.”
“What?” I bite out.
“Ah, cher, did you think Ryker was into you?”
Blaze lets out a groan. “Fuck.”
I don’t say a word. But my face is on fire. My hand clings to the back of my chair. Whatever he’s going to say…I think my heart already knows.
He tsks. “See, you’d think you would have figured it out after the bet at Sugar’s. I was counting on you holding a grudge, but you went and gave it up anyway.”
My lips are numb. “Stop beating around the bush and say what you came to say, Archer.” My words are controlled, tight, and surprising cool, considering I’m flopping around like a dying fish on the inside.
“Well, it wasn’t a bet we put on the board, but every player knew the stakes. Offense against defense.”
“A bet. I see. What were the stakes?” I hold my breath.
He looks at his nails. “I bet Ryker he couldn’t screw you by homecoming—and the bastard went and did it early.”
“And how do you know he accomplished the task?” My words are cold.
Archer’s eyes gleam. “Why, he told everyone at practice this week. That’s why we got in this little fight. I was offended for you. Ask Blaze. He was there.”
I look at Blaze’s face and it’s white.
An anvil lands on my chest. A small breath of air escapes my mouth and all the air in the library is gone. The spacious room feels tiny and tight and…
I blink and swallow. Get yourself straight, Penelope.
But I can’t. It’s too much, and all my mistrust and insecurities come roaring back to the surface. I take a step back and collapse down into the chair.
Blaze is up in his face now, his fingers pushing at Archer’s chest.
Nausea washes over me but I hold on. My head tries to process everything I thought was real between Ryker and me.
Sasha laughs and looks around, confused. “Like, it’s not even a big deal. At least you got to sleep with Ryker, right?”
It’s doubtful she knew anything by the surprised look she gives me, and I throw my gaze around the library, searching faces, wondering if others know the intimate details of my sex life.
Charisma is next to me, gathering my things together and tucking them inside my backpack. I let her, my gaze on the table. I stare down at my list. Feeling frozen. Sick. I want to scream. I want to puke. I want to die.
But it’s a library and I can’t do any of those things here.
Blaze is arguing with Archer when one of the librarians comes over and asks them to be quiet. I feel disassociated, as if I’m floating up at the ceiling above the scene, watching everything play out.
My hand holds my chest as I swallow down emotion and focus my attention on Charisma. “Get me out of here.”
She nods and takes my arm then we leave the group behind. She escorts me down the staircase, and I feel her eyes look over at me, gentleness there. “You’re white as a sheet, Pen.”
Before I know it, we’re in the parking lot and at my car. She gets in the driver’s seat and cranks it up as I get in.
With a squeal, she pulls out of the student parking lot and heads to our house.
“What about the party?” I ask, my mind blank. “We didn’t finish…” My words choke off, and I hitch in a breath, one I think I was holding since the moment we walked out of the library.
Tears stream down my face, and I reach up and touch them.
Charisma grinds her teeth next to me, her eyes darting over my way before looking back at the road. “I’m going to kill that sonofabitch. Where is he right now?”
My mouth feels like cotton, but I push through it to get the words out. “He went to Maverick’s place tonight. It was his sister’s birthday. He asked me to go…but I wanted to wrap up the party stuff.” I sound like a robot.
OhmygodRykertoldthefootballteamwehadsex.
I heard the ring of truth in his voice when Archer said it. I clutch my stomach. The nausea that was bubbling in the library is imminent. “I’m going to be sick.”