Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
“Why isn’t he?”
The original girl shrugged. “I don’t know. My brother said something like his dad was the biggest douche ever not to let him go over there.”
“What’s his name?”
I knew. My stomach was tight, but also blooming in pride.
“Blaise something. He’s fucking gorgeous too.” She looked up at the party. “Keep an eye out. My brother said the soccer team likes to party with these guys. That’s how I knew about the party in the first place.”
Blaise could be here.
Blaise could be here!
I wasn’t nervous.
No. That was ridiculous.
For real, it was seriously ridiculous.
But… I did have a bad case of déjà vu. Blaise was already the popular guy.
I was once again on the outskirts.
All I needed were some woods and to get caught spying on a girl going down on him, and I’d be back in my social loner hell.
The butterflies and knots were all in a flurry inside me. They were spring-boarding off my intestines.
No.
Blaise got serious this month.
Therapy. Soccer. He’d said that’s all he would do, and he was honest. He was always bluntly honest.
He’d told me he loved me, and the therapy was for a reason. Because he loved me. Because he didn’t want to be a risk for me.
He did that for me.
I did not need to be nervous or scared.
This was not high school.
He had changed. I had changed.
We were good. We would be good, and besides—
I’d been so busy giving myself a pep talk that I’d missed how we’d walked past the guys on the front lawn. We’d gone up the front stairs and were now inside the house, the music almost deafening, and Jade took her leadership point again.
The bigger group of girls was breaking up, but Jade rounded the four of us back together.
She tightened her hold on her backpack straps and leaned in. “Okay. Here’s the deal. This is not my first rodeo. I’m sure it’s not yours either, and my brother’s warned me about these parties. They can get rowdy and crazy, and we can’t be dumb bitches. That’s why I brought our drinks with us. This isn’t always going to happen. I heard they usually charge, and you have to buy a cup, but whatever. We’re in the door, so if someone starts being an asshole, just go ask for an empty cup. Say your friend is a moron, and her beer is going to spill, and you want to save the beer. They’ll give it to you. So, can we figure out the rules, and yes, we should’ve had this meeting before we left, but we didn’t.”
“Rules?” Angeline looked ready to faint. “What do you mean rules?”
“Rules for us. Like, we never leave someone behind. We keep an eye on our buddy. Like that. What do you think?”
“I like those rules.” Veronica bobbed her head. “Let’s go.”
“No.” Jade caught her hand, wheeling her back. She glared at her. “I’m asking what the rules are.”
Veronica frowned. “My personal rule is to find a guy, climb on him, and stay there all night. If he becomes my boyfriend, that’s cool. If he’s my tree stump for a night, I’m okay with that too.”
Angeline started giggling. Again.
Jade gave her a dark look. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I don’t get roofied. I don’t drink shit other guys give me, and I’m a black belt in karate. Guys here aren’t scared of me yet. I gotta strike while the iron is hot, because they’ll learn real fast. You know what I’m saying?” She held her hand out. “Give me one of the bottles, and I’m good for the night. I’ll see all you bitches at home.”
Jade glowered, but pulled out the bottles. Veronica took the whiskey. I was kinda envious, looking at Veronica in a whole new light. I think my appreciation morphed into a girl crush. She marched off, her head high and her shoulders rolled back. The confidence alone was inspiring.
Angeline continued giggling.
Jade met my gaze. “We’re on babysitting duty, I think.”
I opened my mouth. Should I say anything?
Then a pair of arms wrapped around me. I started to scream as I was lifted off my feet, but then I heard the voice boom (we had another boomer) and instantly relaxed.
“THERE’S MY GIRL! HELL YEAH! FALLEN CREST IN THE HOUSE!”
It was Zeke.
And the butterflies took steroids, along with the knots, because I knew who else I was about to see.
Zeke lowered me, and I turned.
He wrapped his arms around me again, and I got a good hug instead. “Man. Hey. I was with your fan club last night. Shit got weird. Did Blaise tell you?”
“I—” choked. I choked. He doesn’t know?
Jade and Angeline watched me intently.
“Hi, Zeke.” I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself.
Zeke chuckled, throwing his arm around my shoulders. He turned to my friends. “Hey. I’m Zeke. Who are you hot things?”