Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I can see Craig’s base, male, primal brain working overtime as he tries to think of another way to get in my pants. But he’s stumped, and that deflates him.
“So if I don’t get to feel you up? And we’re not having sex? What am I getting out of this?”
Tanya sighs and walks off, causing Craig to call after her. She ignores him and vanishes into the crowd. He turns back to me, looking annoyed.
“See what you just did, Looney? She was good to go–!”
“You owe me, Craig! Your ass would have failed out of this school if it weren’t for me. I put hours of time into help you. You can’t help me for five minutes?”
Craig looks in Tanya’s direction like a sad puppy, then over to Brent. Finally, it sinks in, and he nods his head.
“Fine. Five minutes.”
It’s really starting to hit me now. Whatever amount of adrenaline was firing through me doubles as Craig takes control and starts leading me through the party toward Brent. So this is what it’s like to be a hockey player’s girl.
A little voice in the back of my head is telling me It’s not too late to turn back! but I ignore it and press on. When we’re no less than ten steps away from him, Brent notices us.
His eyes go to me first, then instantly move to Craig. His entire demeanor shifts. His smile vanishes. The skin on his face tightens. His lips pucker. His gaze turns into that of a predator.
I instantly realize that this was a bad idea and move to turn back, but Craig holds me firm and opens his big, fat, drunken jock mouth.
“The hell are you doing here, bro?” he bellows. “You don’t go to UVM.”
No point in fighting it now. Just have to go with it.
I put on my best smile and pretend that Craig is my boyfriend and I’m having the time of my life.
Brent glares at Craig with eyes that surely have lasers of death behind them. Between his height and his broad shoulders and muscular frame, he’s so intimidating that it doesn’t take long before a circle has formed around us of drunk college kids, all of them whispering to each other that “some shit is about to go down.”
Yup. Bad idea, Looney.
“What’s your name?” Brent growls.
“Craig.” I can hear his cockiness has dropped a notch from its normal level.
Brent nods and steps forward. “Craig. I’m going to need you to take your arm off Luna right now. And I’m only going to tell you once.”
A chorus of “oohs” and “aahs” simmers throughout the crowd as all eyes train on Craig.
“Yeah? Or what–?” Craig starts to say, but before he can finish his “what,” I poke him hard in the ribs to shut him up. It’s that look in Brent’s eyes that has me convinced that he doesn’t care about the fact that he’s got ten years on Craig. If Craig doesn’t listen to him right now, he’s going to get it.
“Do it,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he whispers back. But I feel him slowly releasing me, giving me the ability to shrug out from under his arm, relieving some of the tension from the situation.
I feel a hand on my back and Emily’s whisper in my ear.
“What in God’s name are you doing?”
I can’t even turn around to face her because my eyes are on Brent. More specifically, the girl standing next to him that he’s been chatting up this whole time.
So she’s the one who got him into the party. She’s the one trying to put the moves on him. I don’t know her, but there’s something familiar looking about her. Maybe she was in one of my classes?
“Crashing college parties, Brent?” I ask, my voice seething with rage. I point my nail at the girl standing beside him. “Or is picking up college girls and making them feel special just a fetish of yours? What’s your agenda with her?”
The girl shifts awkwardly. “Um, I should go–”
“No, you should stay,” I tell her. “Don’t you wanna hear the sweet, juicy, tea I have on this guy?”
“Luna, stop,” Brent says in his best daddy voice. “This isn’t what you think it is.”
“Oh, it’s not?” I laugh. The floor is starting to feel a lot like Jell-O again, and the room is starting to spin like I’m on a carousel. “Because it sure looks like it!”
“Luna, why don’t we go talk somewhere?” Brent asks, taking me by the hand. He starts to pull me away from the spectators, but Craig starts to intervene.
“Hang on there, pal–” But all it takes is one glare from Brent to get him to back off. The next thing I know, I’m being pulled over into a corner. For some reason, the girl Brent was with follows behind us like a brand-new puppy.