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)
“Oh, you’re asking me, Mrs. ‘it’s just really hard to accept right now’.” I teased her, busting out in a laugh as she blushed.
Kylie’s laughter chimed off the walls. “Well, shit, Jen. He was fucking hot. Did you see!? I couldn’t pass that up. It was the perfect opportunity to play the sad girl.”
“I think he’s into you. He asked about you this morning.”
“This morning?” Her eyebrows drew together. “You saw him?”
“Oh, yeah! I saw them when I was at the brunch. After my mom pissed me off, I went out to the hallway and saw all three of them. The twins and… Drake. Oh my God.” I gasp.
“What?”
“I didn’t even tell you. I gave him my number this morning.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” I groaned, pressing the palm of my hand into my eye sockets. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I think I was still kinda tipsy this morning. I wrote it on a scrap sheet of paper and put it in his front pants pocket. I got so close—oh my God, so close to his dick.” I could feel my face flaming red.
“His dick!?” Kylie was shocked, and rather proud. I could tell by the rapid smile that she wore. “Holy shit, Jen!”
“I didn’t meant to, but I felt it.”
“Did it feel big?” she asked, her big eyes making me feel uncomfortable yet oddly embraced.
“I—I don’t know. I couldn’t really tell. But I felt the edge… maybe the tip. I don’t know.” I held out my hands, an innocent plea. “I’ve never actually touched one before!”
“Well, what did he say when you gave it to him?” She had long since dropped my hands, chest forward, eyes trained on me, trying to get every sweet and juicy detail.
“He kept saying he wouldn’t text me, like he was positive. He said it twice, but I gave it to him anyway. Then, before I left, I saw him crumple the paper and toss it in the trash.” I snapped my fingers. “Just like that.”
Kylie’s brows narrowed. I could tell she was ticked off. “Are you fucking kidding me? He threw it away?”
I didn’t say anything right away. I let my head hang in shame for a minute. “He acts like…like something’s wrong with me.”
“Oh, please. There’s nothing wrong with you. He’s a fucking prick, Jenny. I told you. If anything, there’s something wrong with him. God, he’s such an asshole.”
“He used to be nice.”
“Yeah, you told me you hung with him in fifth grade during recess, but, honey, that was a long time ago. Things change. You were kids back then. We’re practically adults now.”
“I know.”
I glanced up at Kylie’s sympathetic face, her eyes glued on me. “Don’t let that bastard get you down. He’s the dumb one. Missing out on a hottie like you.” She gave me a sweet grin and I had no choice but to return it. Kylie, always making me feel so special.
There were so many reasons she was my best friend, and her accepting me and not ever judging was one of the main ones. I could be myself around her—talk about anything. We spoke our minds freely, goofing at the wrong times, filling each other in on our every day lives.
“But back to Oscar… what did he ask you? About me?” she urged.
“He just asked if you were okay… how you were feeling and stuff.”
“Oh.” She pouted a little. “Lame. He could have asked me himself if he’d given me his number.”
“He didn’t give it to you?” I asked, rather surprised.
“Nope. Said he was too busy to text me. Said he’d never really get the chance to talk to me and it would end up with me being frustrated. He also said that I got lucky last night by him coming to the party. He wasn’t supposed to be here… something like that.”
“That was a shitty thing to say.” I frowned.
“They are all shitty. All so fucking shitty. But at least he gave me some sort of reason—a terrible one, but a reason.” She shrugged and sighed, all hope seeping through the open windows. “He told me while we were dancing to call him Wildcard, not Oscar.” She looked into my eyes, inquisitive. “Do you know what that means?”
“Um… no. Never heard of it.”
Kylie stood and picked up her bottle of water, peeling away at the plastic label. “Let me ask you this…”
“What?”
“Do you think he fights, too? Do you think that’s why he said that to me—that he wouldn’t have time? ‘Cause they aren’t in school either—the twins.”
“Maybe,” I said. And I thought on it. It made sense. They were his cousins, all without much guidance. They liked to work out and were prepared to fight Trace. I was certain they were always prepared to fight.
I wouldn’t have been very surprised to know they all fought for money. You are the company you keep, after all, and Drake hung with his cousins twenty-four-seven. They even worked part-time jobs during the day together.