Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I know that’s one of her weaknesses, one of the things that make her the monster she is. She’s so worried about fitting in that she forgot to be human. No one with any sense gives a fuck about where she came from, but we care a hell of a lot about who she is now.
I’d cut her from the herd, ostracized her, and that was just the beginning. If she only knew what was headed her way, she would’ve cut her losses and left me and mine the fuck alone when she had the chance.
Now it’s too late for that shit and there’s no going back. I won’t go back and I won’t take it easy, she’d crossed the fucking line too often to count.
If she’d come at me directly I might’ve been more forgiving. But she’s fucked herself but good going after my pain in the ass. And after her latest stunt, she’d better be glad it was me on her ass and not Track. I might still let her live, Track, not so much. I could almost enjoy this shit if it weren’t so sad.
We arrived at the school where it seems like everyone who attended was in the lot. I didn’t let them pull into my designated spot, I’m waiting for the other spots to be taken care of before I do that. So we were dropped off where all the other kids were already starting to gather.
I don’t remember the last time I’d seen so much revelry on school grounds. Kids I didn’t even recognize were hanging out and the place sounded more like a school instead of the set of some teen angst movie.
“I don’t see the others, where’s everybody?” I looked around for her crew and at least part of mine. The fuck did they all go? Just then Track pulled in behind the Royce that was getting ready to pull out.
He had a word or two with his girl after helping her out of the car. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was barely pretending to listen, and I wondered if that’s what this one looks like when I’m talking to her.
Valerie looked at Sian and swear to fuck they both did that thing with their eyes. Secret language. I should tell Track on her ass, but my day was too full and I didn’t have time for crazy so I left that shit alone.
They walked over and those two stepped to the side grinning and whispering and Track and I looked on like proud husbands, or in my case husband to be.
I thought he’d missed the whole thing while he was talking to her, but I should’ve known better. His next words proved me wrong. “Valerie’s up to something.”
“You think? The fuck.”
5
Jared
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Why am I so nervous? I wasn’t this nervous talking to her a few weeks ago, but now I’m sitting outside her home with knots in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous about wanting to marry her, I was nervous about asking her dad.
Or maybe it’s because when I first had the thought I’d been thinking of doing it somewhere down the line. But with things moving as fast as they are, I think it’s best to get this out of the way. But now that I’m here about to face her dad…
I seriously sat there and counted down her birthday in my head and exactly how long I’d have to wait until she’s eighteen and didn’t need parental consent. Then I realized how crazy the shit was.
There’re teenagers having sex even younger than us, some of them having babies. But some people might still think we’re too young to get married.
I kept reminding myself that my parents had done it and turned out fine, and all the other examples I had that I could throw in there if he needed it.
The front door opened and I thought it was her. I was early picking her up because I wanted to talk to him this morning instead of putting it off any longer. Instead it was her dad coming out the door, his eyes trained on me in the SUV. Probably thinks I’m a stalker.
When he walked up and knocked on the passenger window I leaned over and opened the door not knowing what else to do. I could really use some of Jace’s cool right about now. Was he this nervous when he asked dad for Sian?
Shit, that’s what it boils down to isn’t it? People say asking for her hand, but it’s a lot more than a fucking hand. He’s gonna think I’m a pervert, that all I want….shit. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.
“I know why you’re here.”
“You do?” He nodded and the look in his eyes was pretty much the same one his daughter gets when she’s getting ready to zing me.