Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes as a reply, turning to walk away from me, a movement I find oddly familiar.
The same way Ryann stalked away from me last night.
I’d recognize that angry snit anywhere.
“Ryann?”
The girl pivots on her heels and faces me.
Studies my face, eyes raking up and down my body, down, then up again, finally landing on my hat.
I remove the sunglasses.
She groans. “Oh God. Not you again.”
A peep of black sticks up from the collar of her jacket. It’s not the same puffer she had on yesterday but one that’s not as warm.
“You’re turtleneck girl.”
“Excuse me?” She says it in the way girls say it when they’re already pissed off and itching to argue.
Ha! “You’re the girl wearing the turtleneck.”
I can hear her groan from here. “You’re so annoying.”
That’s the first time anyone other than one of my brothers has called me annoying—at least to my face. Women usually find me the opposite of annoying, not that I’m going to say that shit out loud. She already cannot stand me.
“Spend that fifty dollars on anything good yet?” She adds an eye roll to the end of her sentence.
“Not yet. Have any suggestions?” My grin is smug.
“Sure. I could think of a list of ways to spend it, starting with a TED Talk about respecting boundaries.”
“Ouch.” I push out a laugh, clutching my heart in mock pain. “That stings. Kind of. Not really. Anything else?”
However, Ryann isn’t interested in small talk. “It’s too cold to be standing around arguing with you. I’m going home.” Her hand goes up. “See ya.”
I didn’t know we were arguing; I thought this was playful banter.
“Want a ride?” As soon as I say the words, I wish I could snatch them back.
Especially when she throws a hand in the air, dismissing me.
“Nope!”
The thing is, I’m not going home, so why would I offer? I’m headed to the gym next to get in a workout with my brothers, but I would have given her a ride regardless.
A pang of guilt settles in my stomach.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have taken fifty bucks from Diego to dump her—I should have made him do it himself, forced him to man up and be an adult. If you’re going to date someone, you should have the decency to tell them yourself you’re no longer interested…
Hindsight.
It does me no good now.
Ryann Winters is the only person on this campus holding a grudge against me, and she can’t seem to stand the sight of my face.
Most girls come running. Most girls beg.
Try to sneak into my hotel room at away games.
Try to come home with me if I’m at a party.
It’s frustrating and annoying, the level of desperation to date someone they perceive as famous so they can be famous, too. Not because they themselves have accomplished anything except snagging some poor bastard dumb enough not to smell a clout chaser when she’s right in front of him.
Not that dudes can’t be clout chasers; I see plenty of those too. Guys who want to be my friend so they can be seen hanging out with me, hoping it will raise their status with the ladies. Guys who want to fuck me and don’t care if I’m gay or not.
Sigh.
By the time I’m checked in for my workout and get changed into mesh shorts and a bro tank, my brothers are already halfway through their routine, Drew spotting Drake on the deadlift.
When they see me, they stop and mosey my way, ready to annoy the crap out of me.
Like flies to shit, a few more guys meander over, wanting to be near greatness. The Colter brothers might not be dominating the world yet, but we’re as popular as the Kardashians, at least by my standards.
Our pops would be proud, may he rest in peace.
My brother Drew slaps me in the chest with one of the lifting gloves he’s removed, stretching while I strap on the weight belt.
Diego and a dude named Kellen stand like two turds floating in a punch bowl, serving no purpose but to irritate me.
Drake is restless. Bro loves a good gossip session while we’re hard at it, and today seems like no exception.
“Have you talked to that girl you gave a ride home to since?”
“What girl?” I say, knowing damn well what girl he’s talking about. The little snitch can’t keep his mouth shut when we’re surrounded by other people.
My younger brother is a colossal pain in my ass most days.
“Yeah, what girl did you give a ride home?” Everyone is interested, especially Drew, my other brother, who wasn’t home when I spilled the tea to Drake.
“The one with the guy name. Ryann,” Drake supplies, flapping his big mouth for everyone to hear.
He knows Diego was dating her because I told him, so why is he bringing this shit up in front of everyone if not to stir up trouble?