Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Dude,” Wolf slid the quarter across the table to me. “You just passed up a hot girl.”
“That?” I thumbed back to the girl I probably would have thought was hot before Drew. “Nah, man. That’s nothing.”
He lifted a brow. “That’s not nothing? That’s a pair of double D tits and a girl who I’ve heard has a suck like a vacuum.”
And nothing about that appealed to me now. I scrolled through my phone, changing Drew’s contact back to Baby Girl. Medusa didn’t fit her, even if she was most likely going to seduce me, then fuck me up.
I shot off a text: When are you going to come back over so we can finish what we started?
More people came into the kitchen. Girls in tight dresses, guys who wanted a piece. The pungent smell of weed filled the air as some people passed a smoldering bowl back and forth.
Baby girl: I don’t know. That’s twice you’ve left me hanging. I expected more, bad boy
The balls on this girl. I took a sip of my drink, leaning back in the rickety kitchen chair.
Me: We were already at third base in my head until cock block happened.
Baby Girl: Peehead actually
Baby girl: And just so you know, getting frisky on a driveway is not my regularly scheduled Friday night activity
Me: Yet…
The thought of having my hand up her skirt, my lips on hers sent a drop of precum rolling to the tip of my hardening dick.
Baby Girl: Maybe it was a limited time offer. Maybe I only want to fuck you when I really hate you...
Hate me. Like me. Those words seemed to be interchangeable these days. And I’d take that.
I tossed the quarter into the cup and told Wolf to drink.
Me: On a scale of 1—10, how much do you hate me right now?
Baby Girl: You’re sitting at about a 5. You need to up your game
Baby Girl: How much do you hate me right now?
Me: More than enough
A girl in a short skirt perched on the table beside me. “Heard you beat up Bennett?”
“Yeah. Fuck off.”
She frowned. Another girl took a seat across from Wolf. “Yeah, Nancy. He beat him up over that Barrington girl.”
I glanced up just as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I fucking did. You got a problem with it?” They both pushed up, shouldering their way into the living room. Girls got on my damn nerves.
Baby Girl: Good. It wouldn’t be half as much fun if you didn’t.
Me: I want to see you.
Baby Girl: When?
Me: Now.
Seconds ticked by. Those little bubbles popping up then disappearing.
Baby Girl: I’m grounded.
Me: And?
Me: Rich girl with daddy issues who has a thing for the bad boy of Dayton...
Bullshit, you’d pay attention to being grounded
Baby Girl: Who said I have a thing for you?
Me: Your wet pussy when I had my fingers in it last night.
Baby Girl: And they say romance is dead...
Me: You should come to Hendrix’s house. It would ruin his night....
Baby Girl: Maybe...
Hendrix whacked me on the back of the head, then shoved a beer at me. “Drink, you hairy sack of balls.” Then he wandered off into the living room, grabbing a random girl and grinding against her to the beat of the music.
“What you wanna bet he pukes before midnight?” Wolf said, nodding to Hendrix, already stripping out of his shirt.
“Probably.”
And then I pulled up the FindAFriend app on my phone, smiling when I saw that she hadn’t blocked it. Because like I’d told her, she craved this chaos. And, damn, wasn’t it was shit she was moving to New York for college?
27
Drew
Me: Maybe…
I’d texted that because one, a guy like Bellamy West was all too used to getting what he wanted from women, and two, I was terrified of where this was going. In two months' time, I wouldn’t even be here. I’d accepted an offer from Cornell weeks ago. In New York. So, whatever it was between Bellamy and me...it couldn’t be more than a bit of fun, some hot sex. And him inviting me to his best friend’s house for a party, that was more than just “I want to fuck you.” Any other party, sure, but amongst his boys. No.
I wasn’t going...but I’d already changed into a short dress, lined my eyes with Dior’s best eyeliner, and doused myself in Chanel No 5. Because I was an addict, and Bellamy was my sick little addiction. One with zero rationality. I fastened my Tiffany necklace, then checked the last text that had come through on my phone. One offering a plausible excuse to cover my newfound obsession.
Diane: There’s a party at Hendrix’s tonight. They’re always the best. Way better fun than Barrington.
Nora: No. No. No
Nora: Tell her no, Drew
Diane: You suck Nora. Drew, Hendrix’s party are fun
Diane: And we all know you have a thing for a bad boy.