Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
The guys went crazy as we celebrated. Parents and students rushed onto the field to celebrate. I started making my way over to the sideline. I desperately wanted to talk to Skylar. Michelle was trying to pull Skylar along with her to come onto the field. When she looked at me, Skylar let Michelle guide her along. She practically pulled Skylar down the stairs.
Michelle ran past me and to—I was guessing—Mitch.
Skylar’s father walked up to me and held his hand out. “Great game, Wyatt. You should be very proud.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said, shaking his hand and then pushing my hand through my sweat-soaked hair. Peeking over to Skylar, I couldn’t help but notice the way she was looking at me.
Mrs. Woods walked up next and smiled. “Great game, Wyatt.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Woods.”
I looked over at Skylar.
She stood there with a slight smile on her face. “Good—I mean, great game.”
I fought to find my voice. She’d talked to me. Finally, she was talking to me.
“Thanks. I’m so glad you came.”
She shrugged and looked over my shoulder. “Well, I came for Mitch.”
My smile faded. Damn. That hurt more than I expected it to.
Seeing the hurt move across my face, she shook her head. “And you…I mean…I wanted to see the whole team play.”
I nodded. “Well, it was great seeing you up in the stands.”
My name was screamed out. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a group of girls running up.
“Wyatt!”
I had no idea who they were.
“Great game! Please say you’re going to the party tonight back in Marble Falls.”
I turned to look at Skylar, and she was staring at the girls. When she peeked at me, she knew I was waiting for her to say something.
“I’ll let you go. I just wanted to say congratulations.”
“Skylar, wait.”
Her eyes bounced back and forth between me and the girls standing there, waiting for my answer.
“Have fun tonight, Wyatt. You deserve it.”
And like that, she walked away.
“Does that mean you’ll come, Wyatt? Oh, please say yes. It will be the last high school football party.”
When I saw Skylar stop and talk to Jacob, it felt like someone had kicked me in the chest. She was congratulating him also.
Was mine just a courtesy? Maybe she had come to see Jacob play as well?
She must have felt my eyes on her because she looked back at me.
I wasn’t sure why I did it, but I agreed to go to the party. “Sure, I’ll be there.”
They let out a squeal of delight and took off running. Skylar turned back to Jacob, said something else, and moved on.
Jacob saw me watching and walked over to me. “She just congratulated me, that’s all.”
I forced a smile. “No worries. It’s not like we’re dating.”
The smile on his face had me wanting to punch him. “You going to the party tonight?”
Slapping him on the back, I winked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
***
The music blared as I stood in the corner and watched everyone hanging all over each other. This was why I hated parties. Jenny was sitting on Jacob’s lap and kept whispering something in his ear. It was pretty clear what she was hoping to get out of him, and I prayed like hell he wouldn’t give it to her. No matter what his past was with Skylar, I didn’t want to see him get messed up with the likes of Jenny.
“Hey, Wyatt.”
When I turned to my left, Beth Wrangler stood there with a smile on her face. My eyes drifted over her body. Her shirt couldn’t have been any tighter and more low-cut if she tried.
“What’s up, Beth?”
She tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I walked right into that one.
“I was hoping you might answer that question for me.”
Trying to be polite, I smiled. “I think you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Her smile faded some. “Really? ’Cause you standing in the corner, all alone, screams you want some company.”
“I’m not much of a party person, that’s all.”
Taking a step closer, she ran her tongue over her lips.
Why do girls do that? Do they think it automatically makes a guy hard? When a girl did it without realizing it, it was hot. Doing it on purpose only made them seem like a slut. Maybe I should clue her in on that.
“Maybe we could go somewhere else, just the two of us.”
“No, thanks, Beth.”
She narrowed her eyes at me while placing her hand on her hip. “Wyatt Smith, are you seriously turning me down?”
I pulled my head back in shock and then laughed. “Do you make this a habit, Beth? Throwing yourself at guys? I find it kind of funny, especially since you’re always so ready to call Skylar a slut.”
Her mouth fell open. “You think I’m a slut?”
Lifting my eyebrows, I made a face. “What exactly are you asking me to do, Beth? It sounds like you want me to take you out to my truck.”