Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
She waved at the librarian Fran before taking a seat. So long as she didn’t make too much noise or bring any of her friends to the library, Fran was more than happy to let her sit, eat, and read. It was a combination she loved. All of her friends had moved away. She used to have four friends, but the twins left last year to go to Europe with their dad’s business. Carolyn had dropped out and was traveling with some indie band, and Ryan left to go to some private school.
It was just her now.
Taking a bite of her sandwich, she flicked open one of her notebooks, glancing over the homework she’d need to do that night.
She loved to get ahead in all things, especially schoolwork-related. She’d already forgotten about Blake and was, by far, more interested in her work.
****
Blake threw the ball against the wall and caught it.
He was pissed. He did this repeatedly, wondering where he’d fucked up. From the moment he’d realized he had feelings for Leah, he’d been in a state of panic. One day, he walked into high school and she’d slammed her locker door closed, and he’d been hit, like lightning. Bam, he’d wanted her. He’d looked at all her curves. In the past three years, she’d filled out even more.
Big tits, wide hips, a generous ass, that while watching her bend down, he had to keep in constant control or he could embarrass himself. Many a night he’d spent thinking about her, wanting her, craving her.
Bullying her had been a means to an end. If he picked on her, other guys wouldn’t ask her out. The truth was, he didn’t have the first clue as to how to ask her out, or how to get her to look at him in any other way than as the jock. He’d wanted her to think about him. There were times he’d pushed her books to the floor, merely to see her bend down. He had dreams about her ass and they would last him a couple of days. The other way of getting his fix was to have one of his friends push her, and he’d be on the receiving end, holding her. He loved that. Feeling her body next to his. PE was one of the best places to be to get up close and personal with her.
He’d fucked up. He saw that now. Who in their right mind would go out with a bully? Who?
Fuck.
Now he had to do something to make it right.
“What are you doing throwing a ball at a brick wall?” John asked.
John was his best friend. The only guy in their entire clique who knew how he felt. One night while getting completely drunk, he’d admitted the truth about the girl he had the biggest crush on. Not just a crush either, he was in love with her.
He pulled the letter from his pocket and let John read it.
“We’re back to Leah.”
“We’ve never been past Leah,” he said.
“When you told me about this, I said it was the worst idea in the history of all bad ideas.”
“Yeah, I know, and now I’ve fucked up big time.” He groaned. “She said no and I can’t stop thinking about her. What am I going to do?”
John sighed. “I did say you’d live to regret this, and guess what, I’m right.”
“Okay, asshole, but this isn’t helping.” He dropped down to the ground, leaning his head against the wall. “I love her, John.”
“I know. It’s kind of scary. You’re eighteen and can have any of the cheerleading squad, any girl, yet you decide to fall for the girl you’ve bullied. Your reasoning was crap.”
“It sounded good in my head.” He pouted. “I have to grovel, don’t I?”
“Yep.”
“I hate groveling.”
“It’ll be good for you.” John patted him on the arm. “Also, to help you out, I talked to Elaine, and she was more than happy to help young love. It’s Leah’s class schedule.”
Blake snorted. “Please, I bribe Elaine with homemade cookies to get that schedule every single year. It’s how I also managed to get into some of the same classes as her. Being the reigning champ helps a lot. I need to know where she’s going to college as well.”
“That will take a lot more than me sweet-talking and you offering Elaine cookies.”
“True. I guess a whole load of groveling.”
“Do you know what will really work?” John said.
“What?”
“Coming out in the open. Professing your love so everyone knows that she’s going to be yours. That could help your cause. You love her, and you don’t care what everyone else thinks. Unless you do.”
“I don’t care what people think. I never have.” Blake ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t got it cut this year and it was starting to fall into his eyes.