Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Walking out of my business class, I wait in the courtyard for Kennedy to show. She should be coming from her economics class soon. Tugging my phone out of my pocket, I settle on a bench and let the warmth of the sun beat down on me.
Going to my messages, I find three brand new ones from my best friend from high school, Ty. He goes to North Woods University, so I haven’t seen him in almost a year.
I grin as I scroll through the messages.
Ty: What up, man?
Ty: Dude, really? Ignoring me?
Ty: Can’t ignore me if I’m there, right?
Ty: Psst. I’m here, and the fucking chicks are *flame emoji*
I’m not shocked at all that he just showed up here, and I’m actually happy he’s here. With a fight at the pits tonight and a party over at the frat house, he’s come at the perfect time. Typing out my response, my finger moves over the send key when I feel someone walking up behind me.
“Guess who?” Ty’s dumbass voice filters into my ear, and I twist around to face him.
“Hey, dumbass,” I say, snickering. “I was just about to text you back.”
“Yeah? After I already sent you four messages. I see where I rate.” Crossing his arms over his chest, I can see he’s been working out more. He was always kind of athletic, and girls flocked to our group of friends all the time. Ty was a lady killer, and I’m sure he still is.
“I was in class, what do you want me to do, pull out my phone, and message you back right away?” Conceited bastard obviously still thinks the world revolves around him.
Ty taps his chin. “Actually, yeah, I do.”
Walking around the bench, he takes the spot next to me. “What are you doing sitting out here? People watching? Or pussy watching?”
Do I tell him about Kennedy? Probably not. There isn’t anything going on between us, but yet I’m sitting on the bench waiting for her to come out of her class.
I decide to tell him a little white lie, then if Kennedy comes out, I can pretend like I didn’t see her or something if she asks. “Just sitting here. It’s nice out, and maybe I wanted to catch some rays?”
Ty chuckles, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “What are we doing this weekend? Partying? Chicks? I didn’t come here just to sit on a park bench.”
Twisting around, I pin him with a stare. “Dude, you’ve been here five minutes, chill.”
Ty shrugs, and I look away, hoping he’ll chill the fuck out. Maybe he’s on something? Wouldn’t be the first time, and would explain why he’s so hyped up, his knee bouncing up and down and his hands moving, tapping against his thighs.
Students come rushing out of the economics hall, and my heart beats a little bit faster. I feel anxious as I watch, waiting for her blonde head to appear in the crowd. I shouldn’t be watching for her, waiting, wanting to spend any more time than I do with her, but I can’t help myself. Being around her makes me feel better.
Spotting Kennedy in the crowd, I suppress a smile.
“Holy fuck, is that Kennedy?” Ty leans over, nudging me in the side as if I’m not already looking right at her.
“Yeah, she goes to school here.” I try not to show my disgust at him saying her name. I don’t want him to even remotely know that I care about her.
“I thought this was a fancy-ass school. How did they let someone like her in? I still can’t believe they let her go.” Ty shakes his head, and I have to fight the urge to sucker punch him for talking about her like that. Then he does something that I never expected.
“Hey, killer!” he yells as she descends the steps. She looks up, and her face becomes ashen. Her gaze bounces like a ping pong ball from Ty and back to me before she finishes descending the steps and turns around the corner.
“What the fuck?” I growl, turning to Ty.
“What?” He seems legitimately confused. I’m pissed, so fucking angry that he said something like that, and more so that I was sitting next to him while he did it.
“You can’t just go around yelling shit like that.” I sigh, frustrated with Ty and my feelings for Kennedy.
Ty’s gaze widens with shock. “Why not? I mean, you of all people should hate her the most. She got into a car drunk and killed your sister.”
“I know!” I almost scream out in frustration. I’m angry with him, with myself, the whole situation. “I fucking know what she did. But I also know that she’s been through enough. She lost Jillian too, and it’s not like she did it on purpose. Hating her isn’t going to bring her back.” Ty looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.