Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Alfie, you’ve been bullying me for as long as I can remember. Now all of a sudden you want to be my friend. What gives?”
She wasn’t blind or stupid. Nothing had changed between them.
“Look, my dad knows you and your mom are having a hard time. Okay. It’s clearly rough at home for you, and well, I get it.”
“That’s it?” Chloe asked. She wasn’t buying his bullshit, but she’d figure it out.
“Yeah. You and I, we’re kind of the same.”
“How are we?”
“Our home life is not always perfect. We make the most of a bad situation, and it’s tough. Really fucking tough, and I get it, I do.”
Chloe pursed her lips, waiting, wondering. She didn’t for a second believe him, but she wasn’t going to tell him that, not right now. Not today.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry.”
“Now, can we get to class? I’d hate for you to ruin your perfect record and skip a class.”
“Sure.”
Alfie went to grab her arm, but she flinched away from him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can walk beside you.” Pushing her hands into the pockets of her jeans, she walked side by side, keeping an eye on him out of the corner of hers.
She was nervous.
Whatever Alfie had planned for her, she had to figure it out before he hurt her.
It would all be a little too easy for her.
“So, erm, did you hear what happened last night?” she asked.
“What happened last night?”
“Between my dad and me?”
“He left you alone in the diner?”
“Yeah, he did,” she said. “At least he paid for the food.”
“Did you eat it?”
“Went home. Hung out with my mom. Relaxed.” She wouldn’t give too much away but would stay cautious with him. She kept expecting to have Ian, Riley, or one of his other cronies listening in.
No one was around, so she didn’t know what to expect.
Arriving in homeroom, she went straight to her seat and Alfie joined her. This time Miss Hops didn’t come and intervene, but Chloe wasn’t happy with that.
She wanted Alfie away from her. She wasn’t fooled.
Yes, it was nice to have someone to talk to, and to even have a buddy to clean up the mess others created, but still, she wasn’t stupid.
Whatever Alfie had planned for her, she’d be ready.
****
By the end of the day, Alfie was exhausted. Ian and Riley were the only ones waiting for him.
They climbed off the bench, throwing their cigarettes to the ground as he approached.
“You fucked her yet?” Ian asked.
Alfie slammed his fist into Ian’s face. “Got pretty yet?”
“Chloe makes you want to be violent, that’s an interesting development,” Riley said.
“Look, it’s taking a lot longer than I planned, okay? She’s not trusting.” He ran fingers through his hair, irritated. She had pretended today to believe him when he tried to explain. He saw her complete lack of trust. She didn’t buy his bullshit, but then, he’d not exactly spun it right either. There was only so much he could train for, and clearly, he’d fucked up one too many times with Chloe.
“No shit. We didn’t say this was going to be easy,” Ian said. “I don’t think I’ll have my eyesight by the end of this.”
“Stop spouting shit I don’t want to hear and I’ll stop hitting you.”
“We don’t have to do any of this. We could just leave it,” Riley said.
“No. I started this, and now, I’m going to see it through.” He wasn’t going to back down. There was no way he’d look weak. If he looked weak this year, by the time he took over as club president, they’d never respect him.
“What do you think you need to do?” Ian asked.
“I’ve got to spend more time with her. It’s the only way for her to be convinced I mean business.”
“This is starting to sound like a lot of hard work.”
“You’re quitting on me?” Alfie asked.
“Hell no, I can’t wait to see her face when we do the big reveal. It’s going to be fucking incredible. She’ll rue the day she thought she could take us on.”
Alfie nodded. “Come on, let’s head back to the clubhouse.” It was the only place he’d be able to get some food.
His father was rarely home, and Alfie didn’t fancy himself a cook.
“Did you see the tits on Melanie today?” Ian said, putting his hands in front of his body. “I’m going to be bending her over my bike and showing her what a real man can do.” He grabbed his crotch. “She’ll like a big stiff one.”
“She was also hanging off the head of the football team,” Riley said.
“That’s what makes her so fucking juicy. It’s the chance of some easy pickings. She won’t dump his ass, but she’d love to ride mine, and I can have a taste of her whenever I want.”
Alfie smirked. “Until you get the taste of football cock.”