Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Easier said than done, kitten.”
“Stop calling me that.”
I threw her words back at her. “Or what?”
“I’ll tell my parents you’ve been bullying me, and you won’t leave me alone.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Despite it being the last thing I wanted to do, I stepped away from her.
“This isn’t over.”
All I could do was give her what she wanted.
I turned and left.
Her room, not her life.
Chapter 14
—Belle—
Ever since the night he snuck into my bedroom a week ago, Tristian actually kept his distance from me again. I’d told him to stay out of my life, but I was beginning to regret my threat. Chase and Tristian were taking up all the room in my head, and I couldn’t get a break from it.
It wasn’t just Tristian who was blowing me off this time. Chase was too. He never logged back on, and I was starting to think he wasn’t going to. I was worried that our friendship was officially over. As soon as the thought occurred for what felt like the hundredth time, my laptop dinged with a message from him.
I rushed to my computer, placing it on my lap.
Full Throttle: Meet me tonight.
I narrowed my eyes at his request, confused.
Rebel Rider: You’re in my town?
Full Throttle: At the football game.
Rebel Rider: Wait … you’re at the game right now? When did you get in town?
Full Throttle: Are you going to meet me?
Why isn’t he answering my questions?
Rebel Rider: Yeah. Where at the game?
Full Throttle: By the concession stand in thirty minutes.
Rebel Rider: I have to change. I’m still in my school uniform. I need to get a ride too. I don’t know if I can make it there that fast.
Full Throttle: Don’t change and call Erica. See you in thirty.
With that, he logged off.
“Talk about demanding. Geez.” I inhaled a deep breath. “He ignores me and then just starts barking orders at me?” Shaking my head, I shoved away the uncertainty of what was going on. I tried to focus on the fact that I was actually going to meet him for the first time and let it end at that.
I called Erica, and she was already on her way to the game. She didn’t mind picking me up. I didn’t live far from the school. My parents were out of town for the weekend, away on their yearly anniversary trip, so I didn’t have to worry about them. The staff was still around to watch over me technically, but I was getting older. There wasn’t much babysitting to be done anymore.
After I told the housekeeper, who used to be my nanny, I was going to the football game, she reminded me to be home by my ten o’clock curfew. I hated that I had to be home two hours earlier than most of the people at my school, but I’d take what I could get.
I hightailed it into Erica’s car. Once we were pulling up to the stadium, it all hit me. I was going to meet Chase, the guy I’d been talking to for over a year now. Suddenly I was extremely nervous, hoping we’d have as much chemistry in person as we did online.
“Belle, what’s up? Your leg won’t stop bouncing up and down.”
“Oh,” I rasped, stopping the movement. “I’m meeting someone here, and I’m just super anxious about it.”
“Who are you meeting?”
“This guy named Chase. We met online.”
“Online? That sounds kind of sketch, don’t you think?”
“It’s not like that. I trust him.”
“Does Tristian know?”
Her question caught me off guard. “Why does that matter?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I see the way he looks at you.”
“Looks at me?”
“Yeah, with this like longing or something.”
“I’ve never noticed that.”
“I pick up on random things. It’s a blessing and a curse.”
I chuckled. “How often do you catch him looking at me?”
“At least once a day.”
“What?” I jerked back. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I thought you knew.”
“I didn’t.”
“Don’t your families hate each other, though?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. The plot thickens. Now you’re meeting up with another guy. This should be interesting.”
“Tristian probably isn’t here.”
“Are you kidding? He comes to all the games. He has to show up for his pussy parade.”
“Oh, great…”
“Wait?” She glanced at me. “Do you like him?”
“I’m not sure.”
“That’s a yes. You’re just scared to admit it.”
I frowned.
“Don’t kill the messenger. See, I told you. Being intuitive. It’s a blessing and a curse.”
“What should I do? I like them both.”
“This is going to sound cliché, but I’d go with whoever makes your heart skip a beat.”
“That might be the most cliché thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I do what I can.”
I ignored the looming feeling in the pit of my stomach as I stepped out of Erica’s car. I made my way toward the concession stand, gazing around, thinking maybe I’d figure out who he was before we met. For the next thirty minutes, I waited for him, but he was nowhere to be found.