Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I couldn’t do anything but look at him and slowly blink again.
I loathed his existence, and yet in that moment, I saw a glimpse of the boy I used to know.
The boy I thought I knew, anyway — the one who was crushed under the pressure of what he thought he should be, who had deep thoughts and feelings that he didn’t share with anyone but me.
“Phone,” he said, wiggling his fingers.
I blamed the lack of sleep and the supreme yearning to get him out of my house for my actions next. I dug my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He put his number in, sent a text to himself so he’d have my number, too, and then gave it back to me.
“One text,” he said, and then true to his word, he turned and left.
“Fucking shit hammock,” I muttered under my breath once he was gone.
I didn’t care how desperate things were. No way was I moving into the Pit with a house full of disgusting football players, especially not with Leo Hernandez being one of them.
Three days later, I sent a text.
Don’t make me regret this.
One minute later, Leo wrote back.
That’s a weird way to say thank you.
And within the hour, my house was full of football players hauling my belongings across the street.