All the Sweet Move (All The Right Moves #1) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Not to mention, the snotty comment just makes me think she’s a petty bitch, and the fact that she did it in front of Molly makes me want to punch a locker.

Jealousy doesn’t become her.

Actually, jealousy doesn’t become anyone, but really, what are you going to do about it?

“What’s up, Alexis?” I ask through clenched teeth, ignoring her sarcastic remark. I’m going to pretend she didn’t just give me a verbal putdown in front of Molly. Because she’s staring at us so intently, I ask, “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?” Before I go ape shit on your ass?

Instead of answering me, Alexis just stands there and sizes Molly up, doing a visual inventory of her clothes, hair, and makeup. Based on the curl in her lip, she obviously finds her lacking. Ah, so she’s crazy and blind. “He’s just using you,” she finally blurts out, directing her comment at Molly. She seems awfully satisfied with herself.

“What the fuck, Alexis?” She has some nerve.

I take a step forward.

Instead of reacting like the typical female and getting all pissed off like I expect her to, Molly lays the palm of her hand on my chest to calm me down. Standing her ground, she turns her back to Alexis and takes a denim jacket out of her locker. In no rush, she shrugs into it, flips her long ponytail over the collar, and adjusts the cuffs. Finally turning, Molly smiles kindly and weighs her words. “You know, I appreciate your concern, but I think I’ll take my chances.”

This girl is incredible. I want to grab her and kiss her, but Crazy Eyes is watching us.

I notice the smile doesn’t reach Molly’s eyes.

Closely watching Alexis, I’m pretty sure she wants to lunge at both of us like an alley cat. Who the hell would purposely date this chick, let alone sleep with her? (Word is, she gets around.) Actually, I can think of a few people, but that’s not my point. Her eyes widen in a slightly wild way while her face contorts and turns a shade of beet red.

And hey, what’s with her clenching her fists at her sides?

“You know, Alexis, you might want to consider an anger management program…” This is my attempt at humor—no applause necessary.

Molly smacks my arm, ignoring the murderous glares coming from the blonde across the hall, and gives me a gentle nudge before saying, “Go or you’ll be late. I can handle this.” She nods her head toward Alexis.

Oh shit. That can’t be good…can it?

I want to lean in to kiss her forehead, but I refrain. “Okay…I guess I’ll see you later, then.”

She nods.

With the corner of my eye trained on Crazy Alexis, I saunter off down the hallway, glancing back only once to catch a glimpse of Molly crossing her arms.

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Molly

“I’ve never had an issue with you, Alexis. What’s the problem?” I’m not stupid—I know what her problem is with me, just like I know she’s been chasing after Weston and…from the looks of her, she’s got psycho tendencies.

I shut my locker door and hoist my backpack over my shoulder before crossing my arms and planting my right foot on the ground, steeling myself for whatever she’s about to say. Let me remind you that I’m no stranger to confrontation—hello, I was raised with Matthew, who did nothing but start fights growing up. Yeah, I can hang with the best of them. Regardless, who in their right mind wants to get in an altercation at school over some guy?

This hasn’t ever really happened to me, even with Jenna and my other friends. We just don’t squabble like this, and to be honest, I guess I’m only still standing here because I’m curious to see where all this is going.

Doesn’t she realize Weston isn’t even my boyfriend? If he were, well, then I guess we really would have an issue with her standing in front of me like this.

“I just wanted to let you know that he uses people.”

This is news to me.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Are you kidding? Hello! He sleeps with everyone!” Her voice is elevated, and I’m not sure she’s even trying to remain calm.

“Everyone, you say? Wow, that’s a lot of people, Alexis. So…has he slept with you?”

She huffs indignantly. “I’m not a slut like some people.”

Uh, did she just insinuate that I’m a slut?

“Oh, so he’s slept with everyone, just not with you.” I snap my fingers and point at her, even though I know it’s rude. “I get it. Is that why you’re pissed off? Because to be honest”—I glance down at my watch—“I have other shit I could be doing right now instead of standing here watching you throw a temper tantrum.”

“You are such a bitch.”

I roll my eyes. She’s so absurd.

“You know what? Weston is just a guy, Alexis. Just. A. Guy. And one you aren’t even dating.” I wave my arm in that way that says whatever. “Ugh, whatever—be pissed. I’m leaving—unless of course you have something else you’d like to say, since you have yet to blow me away with your observations.”


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