Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She was gone, and nothing or no one could bring her back.
Yet still, we all couldn’t speak about it.
All aware it didn’t end with her. It had only just started. Jagger, Journey, and I carried her blood, her DNA. We all had the same chance to lose our minds. It was easier to pretend, but inside...
I was ticking away.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
When would I go boom?
Tearing my train of thought back to them, Skyler continued on, “She’s the older sister I always wanted. When we first met, she didn’t know who I was either, and because of that, I loved her instantly. To go from my world, to one where no one knows who I am, was something I prayed for every night. I used to be a celebrity, an actress, and singer. It was a hard life, and if you Googled my name you’d know why. So, to finally find that in her... well, it meant... everything. I guess I’m just trying to say that,” she breathed out. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
Skyler definitely went through some shit, falling down the Hollywood rabbit hole.
Mary Poppins didn’t hesitate in saying, “Like me being here is meant to be.”
“Yeah, but that’s crazy, right?”
“No. I don’t think that’s crazy at all.”
I resisted the urge of screaming, “It is fuckin’ crazy! Nobody wants you here!”
Without thinking twice about it, Mary Poppins followed it up with, “When can I start?”
If she thinks this is where she was meant to be, then I’d just have to prove...
How wrong she was.
Chapter 18
<>Jackson<>
The next morning, I left my house bright and early, walking my ass to school instead of waiting on the bus. Wanting to avoid Skyler and my newest pain in the ass.
Our nanny.
School was the same shit on a different day. I ignored Harley and her Scooby Doo gang all day, not even looking her way, paying her no mind which in turn pissed her off.
Good.
I had enough bullshit in my life at the moment. I didn’t need The Gremlin’s crap too.
“Harley’s cousin,” Trigger stirred. “What’s her story?”
“Who cares?”
“I do.”
“Since when?” I grilled, completely taken back while we ran our drills during football practice.
“She’s cute.”
“She’s alright.”
“She’s fuckin’ smart too. All her classes are advanced.”
“Jesus, man, you looked into her classes? Stalk much?”
“Fuck you,” he laughed. “I like a challenge.”
“Good luck barking up that tree. She’s a prude.”
“Even better.”
“Trigger, don’t—”
“Oh, come on, don’t give me that shit. After everythin’ you put prissy pants Harley through.”
“It’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
“Again, how?”
“She belongs to me.”
“And I’m the stalker?”
“You wouldn’t get it.”
“Explain it to me.”
“The hell, man? You want to hold hands too? When did you grow a fruity tooty?”
“What the fuck is a fruity tooty?”
I chuckled, remembering the expression on Harley’s face the first time I heard her say it to Cash in the shed at the clubhouse years ago.
“When did you grow a pussy? Better?”
“Much. And from what I hear, my cock is much bigger than yours.”
“You wish, bitch.”
“Speakin’ about cocks, when are you gonna let Kate suck yours?”
“When I know I won’t need a shot for a STD after.”
“You can’t get herpes from a blowjob. Wait. Can you get herpes from a blowie?”
My eyes widened. “Trigger, keep your dick in your pants for once.”
“But my cock is amazin’, it should be shared wit’ the cheerleadin’ squad. Oh, wait... it has been.”
I laughed, shaking my head.
“Don’t be a hater. They want ya just the same.”
“I’m good.”
He threw my words back at me, “The hell, man? You want to hold hands now? When did you grow a fruity tooty?”
“I don’t have time for that shit.”
“Then ya make time.”
“Trigger—”
“I’m serious, bro. Your balls are gonna fall off. I’m settin’ somethin’ up for this weekend. Me, you, Kate, and Valerie, it’s for your own good.”
Before I could tell him no, Harley caught my eye. She was walking with Cash.
What were they still doing here?
Trigger followed my gaze. “I mean, unless it’s Harley you want.”
“Screw her.”
“That could be arranged, but you should crawl before you run. Practice makes perfect, football star.”
“I don’t think that’s the expression.”
“Alright, how ‘bout this? Get your dick sucked before ya fuck Harley’s face. Better?”
“Don’t talk about her that way.”
He jerked back, grinning like the fool he was. “Jackson loves Harley,” he sang, smiling from ear to ear.
“Fuck off.”
“Oh, this is perfect. We could double date. Just needta put in a good word wit’ Shiloh for me. I know! Tell her ‘bout my huge dick.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
“Thanks, bro.” He patted my back. “Kate!” he shouted across the field to the cheerleading squad running around the track.
“Trigger—”
“I got this. You’ll thank me later.”
“You assho—”
And he was gone, running his ass toward her.
I sighed, shaking my head again. Observing as Harley’s eyes trailed Trigger.
Did she know what he was doing? For me?
“Pierce!” Coach hollered, making her eyes connect with mine. “You’re up!”