Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Lo: Tell me more about the hot convict sleeping in your bed.
What the actual fuck?
I type back a reply.
Charlotte: This is Charlotte’s boyfriend. Who the fuck are you, bitch?
The bell rings as the dots move. I don’t get to see what he says because Charlotte snatches her phone out of my hand.
“What is your problem?” she hisses, shoving her phone into her pocket. “You have no right.”
Heidi smirks at Charlotte and then gives me a wink before she leaves. The classroom hasn’t even emptied out, but I don’t care. I blow up like a fucking bomb.
“My problem? Seriously, English? We fuck and it’s something goddamn special, but then you’re sexting with some punk-ass bitch?”
Joey sniggers but cowers when I glower at him. He scurries out of the room, the last to leave.
“Fuck you, Cal,” she snaps. “Don’t ever treat me like that again.”
“I want to know who the fuck—”
“He’s my friend from rehab. Gay, Cal. Back the fuck off.”
I deflate at her words. “Didn’t sound gay.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.” She jerks back her hand when I reach for it. “We had something special. You and me. Apparently you think so little of me that I’d throw it all away just like that.” She snaps her fingers. “Call me later when you’re done being an asshole.”
Rather than yanking her to me to give her an apologetic kiss, I watch her leave.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
I feel like a creeper, watching her from the doorway of the gym, but I don’t care. I’m not leaving this school until I’ve talked to her. Which now, because she’s at cheer practice, I have to wait.
Heidi is the first to spy me. She goes from working hard, to shaking her ass like she’s flirting from afar. Charlotte frowns in confusion until she follows her stare to me.
“Can we focus?” Coach Jenner barks out.
Charlotte seems to ground herself with a deep breath and then puts everything she has into practice. In just a black sports bra and tiny-ass black shorts, she’s hot as fuck. All her sexy curves are on display. I step inside the gym and make my way over to the bleachers to take a seat on the bottom row, right in front of where she’s practicing.
Jenner runs them through a couple of practice cheers. Charlotte seems smaller than Heidi, so it surprises me that they push Heidi to the top of the pyramid while Charlotte stands nearby.
“Now, English!” Jenner yells. “Standing back full twist!”
I watch, in awe, as Charlotte essentially does a back flip from a standing position while adding in a twist halfway through. She’s flawless.
“Excellent,” Jenner praises. “And then, I want to see a back tuck punch front.”
Charlotte readies herself and then does the impossible. She does a back flip, lands on her feet, bounces, and then a front flip. For having a year off from cheerleading, she certainly still has it.
The girls in the pyramid toss Heidi around, which is also impressive, but I’m fixated on Charlotte. Her face glistens with a light sheen of sweat and she breathes heavily, making her breasts bounce with the movement.
They start a cheer and Charlotte can be heard over everyone. Her smile is the perkiest and her movements are the tightest. I don’t know much about this sport, but I’m smart enough to know she’s the best one on her team. Her fake smile falters when she glances back at the gym door.
I follow her stare.
Fucking Wes.
He’s grinning at her like they’re a fucking item and even waves. I’m already rising to my feet to go beat his ass when he notices me. The perv flees.
“Cal,” Charlotte calls out, trotting over to me. “Don’t. Just sit. Please stay with me.”
I relax and give her a nod. I’m tense as fuck, but I remain sitting for the duration of practice. Once Jenner calls practice over, Charlotte grabs her bag and plops down next to me.
Her sweet, sweaty scent makes me want to strip her down and lick every inch of her.
“You looked good out there,” I praise, running my fingertips down her sweaty spine.
“Thanks.” She pulls her water bottle from her bag and guzzles it. “Why are you here?”
“I fucked up, okay?” I grumble. “I’m sorry.”
She searches my eyes, frowning. Several girls whisper and Heidi shoots Charlotte a venomous look, but they eventually clear out, leaving us alone.
“What are we?” Charlotte asks, blue eyes shining with emotion.
I grab her hips, hauling her into my lap so she’s straddling me. “What do you want us to be?”
“Something real. Legitimate. If you think we’re just fucking—”
“We’re not just fucking,” I growl, cutting her off. “We’re so much more than that. We’re whatever you call it when a beautiful, maddening girl carves a hole inside you and decides to live there. That’s what we are. You’re a parasite on my soul.”