Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Come to think of it, was this the asshole who spent his summer trying to get between Zoey’s legs? Or was that Cameron Landry? I don’t fucking know anymore.
Dropping my cigarette to the lawn, I quickly stub it out with my toe before finally heading inside. The house is crammed with bodies, most of the guys are standing around and watching the girls dance while calling out crass comments. The floors are sticky, and I keep to the edges of the room as I scan Liam’s home, not willing to risk walking through the girls just yet. I need a few drinks before I can lower my standards enough to put myself through that shit.
A game of beer pong is set up on the dining table, and I find Liam at the head of it with a girl under his arm as he throws the ping pong ball across the table, directly into the cup at the other end. Everybody breaks into cheers as Liam hollers and takes a swig of his beer before dropping his lips to the girl’s and furiously eating her face.
Not giving a shit if I break up their little celebration, I step into Liam’s side as people call out to me, wanting my attention. “Hey man,” I say as he pulls away from his girl.
“Yo, you made it,” Liam cheers, grabbing my hand and pulling me in to clap me on the back. “I was starting to think you’d bailed.”
“On the first party of the year? Nah. Just had shit to do first.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, nodding to some kid who scurries into the kitchen to grab me a beer, despite the one already in my hand. “Let’s get you fucked up. There’s a party to be had!”
I grin, not really in the mood to get fucked up, but after the week I’ve had, I could use the drink. The kid returns and offers me a beer, and I take it gingerly before cracking the top. Lifting the rim to my lips, I take a quick swig and scrunch up my face. This shit tastes like piss, but I’ll drink it anyway.
Liam bails on his game, and we head outside to where the rest of the football team is chilling by the firepit. The guys welcome me with open arms, and before I know it, another beer is shoved into my hands. The loud music flows out to the yard, but it’s muffled enough that we can actually hold some form of conversation, not that the guys are interested in talking when there are girls draping themselves all over them.
Shannan hovers like a bad stench, but I’m not about to make a scene by telling her to fuck off, not yet at least. As long as she doesn’t try to get naked and grind all over me. She’s fine to pretend she means something here. Besides, she’s dancing with her friends, and so far, the rest of the guys seem to appreciate her efforts. Me on the other hand, I couldn’t be less interested.
I fuck around with the boys for an hour before getting up and making my way toward the back door, but I only get a few feet away when Shannan steps directly into my path. “Where are you going?” she purrs, her hand plastered against my chest.
“None of your damn business,” I say, pushing her hand off me.
Shannan shakes it off, and as I go to step around her, she steps with me. “Come on, don’t be like that,” she says, reminding me just how persistent she is, only when I look at her, all I see is the bitch who’s been making Zoey’s life a living hell all week. “Why don’t you come dance with me?”
“I don’t dance,” I say, attempting to get around her again.
She puts her hand up on my chest again and steps even closer, pushing up on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear. “That’s okay,” she murmurs. “I can dance enough for the both of us. Unless you’d rather just skip all the bullshit and take me upstairs instead.”
Fucking hell. This chick doesn’t give up.
I pull back and look down at her, my face scrunching in disgust. It’s one thing getting with the cheer captain, but hearing that kind of desperation is the biggest turnoff. “I’ll pass,” I say, shoving her off me again. “Fuck Liam instead. He’ll give you what you want.”
Shannan gapes at me as I walk past her, and I can guarantee that she’s never been rejected before, especially by one of the football players, but I’ve got better things to do than play pass the cheerleader.
Making my way inside, I head for the kitchen and find another beer before cracking the top and lifting it to my lips. I’ve already had a few, too much that I won’t be driving home tonight, but not enough to fuck me up. Not yet at least. There’s still time. After all, pushing away the people I love isn’t the only thing that helps numb the pain.