Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Don’t fucking worry about it,” Drake muttered between grunts. He was already punching the bag, unleashing anger I had no clue about, but I was certain it had something to do with his dad.
I met up to Kylie, but didn’t barge in or interrupt her conversation. Instead I looked towards Drake. His dad was on his ass again, watching like a hawk but not saying a word.
He was a little closer to him now, and stitched on the chest of his shirt were the same words that were on the fist hanging in Drake’s car. Dirty Dawg Pit.
Shit, maybe he really was an underground fighter.
“Jen?” Kylie snapped her fingers in my face, stepping in front of me and then peering over her shoulder at Drake. “Gah, what is it with you and this guy?”
I switched gazes between her and him, stealing peeks of his glistening muscles, his solid face and defined body.
“Nothing,” I lied. “I just went over to invite him to your party. He said he’d come… with those twins over there.” I pointed at the twins that were now jumping rope, trying to outdo each other.
“No way!” Kylie exclaimed as we started towards the exit.
“Yeah.”
“Let me guess,” she said as she swung her petite frame around and faced me, walking backwards towards the exit. “He’s coming for you?”
“No.” I forced a laugh, following her out the door. “He’s just coming because I told him you invited him.”
“Wait—hold up. What?” She stopped in the middle of the street, and a car honked at her. She flipped the driver off, and then walked leisurely to the parking lot with me at her side. “Oh my God, Jen! You little sneak.” Her eyes narrowed at me, in a way that proved she could see right through me. She was reading me like a book and surprisingly, I was letting her. “You like him, don’t you?” she prodded, thinning her already cat-like eyes.
“What? No! It’s not even like that.”
“No? So why are you blushing?”
I wished I had a mirror. I felt the heat in my cheeks, the fire in the pit of my belly as she playfully pinched one of my cheeks.
“Yeah,” she laughed, pulling way. “I mean, it’s cool if you do. No judgment coming from my way! What girl doesn’t like a badass? But listen,” she said as we met at her car, “I don’t care if he comes, but if he picks a fight with anyone, you’re handling it. That guy is a real hothead. I refuse to get between a fighter and some loser that tries to challenge him. He won’t be bruising my face. Nope. Not tonight.”
I laughed, sliding into the car as she did. She cranked it, but we sat in the parking lot for a moment. She’d grabbed an empty envelope and pen to create a list of everything she needed to buy for the party. You know, the basics, like plastic cups, more plastic cups, and beer, which she normally got from her older brother, Tate or Trace. Since Trace probably wouldn’t be getting it, she was going to ask her brother. He only lived thirty minutes away.
As she did that, I lifted my head, and to my astonishment I saw Drake walking to his truck. He’d parked at the end of the lot, and behind him were the two rowdy, cocky twins.
They were clearly talking shit to one another, because one of them was pissed while the other laughed. Drake simply ignored them. I guess he was accustomed to their obnoxiousness.
They were so loud, it caused Kylie to look up, and when she saw them, she gasped, her eyes immediately roaming the left twins’ body.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “God must have been feeling great when he created him!”
“The twins?” I asked.
She watched them continue their walk. “God, yes. Especially the one with all that beautiful red hair. Holy shit—” Kylie turned in my direction and gripped my hand. “Did you tell Drake to invite them too?”
“Yes,” I laughed. “I told him he could bring them.”
“Oh, fuck yes! Forget Braxton. I’m totally hooking up with that guy.” Kylie liked serious-looking boys, and the left twin looked to be the solemn, level-headed one, while the other seemed more outspoken and goofy.
As if they sensed us staring, all three of them looked our way, their strides decelerating. The twins looked at Kylie, and she batted her eyelashes as she gripped the steering wheel, not at the right twin, but the left.
They couldn’t tell who she was looking at so they both put on cocky, slanted smiles. Drake happened to look me dead in the eyes, his lips pursed, a fresh sheen of sweat on his face.
My hands went clammy the longer he stared at me, my throat drying out, preventing a smooth swallow. He didn’t look away until he met up to his truck. He hopped inside with the twins doing the same, and sped away from The House.