Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“So go to him. Surprise him and spend the weekend with him. Show him what he’s missing.”
Valen bites down on her lip, considering it before she turns her head to look at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I do have some new lingerie that I’ve been waiting to put to use.”
“Not exactly where I was going with that, but that works, too.” I laugh.
“Okay. Enough feeling sorry for ourselves.” Valen sits up, pulling on my arm to bring me with her. “You’re going to shower. I’m going to order pizza, and then we’re going to watch that serial killer documentary you’ve been trying to force on me.”
“Who needs boyfriends when your best friend knows the way to your heart?” I jump down from the bed and she smacks my ass on my way out.
“Really sad that this is your idea of a good time. But you’re welcome.”
Shayne
I jog down the stairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a muffin before I leave for school. My mom is at the counter with her back to me, coffee mug in one hand and the phone to her ear, speaking in a hushed voice. I slow my steps, trying not to alert her to my presence.
“It’s not the right time,” she says, sounding exasperated. “They’ve had a rough year. They all have. They’re just now finding their new normal.”
Who is she talking to? She pauses and my heartrate picks up in pace at her cryptic words, as if it has information that I’m not yet privy to.
“It’s not only up to you.”
Another pause.
“What do you expect me to do? Lock her in her room?” she whispers. “She’s a teenage girl, August.”
August? Great. He’s probably ratting me out for the other night. I roll my eyes. What a pal.
“Mom, I’m leaving!” I call out as I pluck a blueberry muffin out of the plastic container on the counter. She whips around to face me, and I give her a quick wave before turning to leave. She hurries off the phone, telling August they’ll continue their conversation later, and then she’s calling my name.
“Shayne, wait!”
My shoulders tense as I slowly turn back around, ready for the lecture that’s sure to come.
“I know you’ve got a lot going on with school and volleyball, but I could use your help cleaning out some of the rooms upstairs.”
I was not expecting that. “Okay.”
“The sooner we can get this place cleaned up, the sooner I can sell it.”
That gives me pause. “Sell it? Why would you sell it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asks, as if that’s been her plan all along. “Grey’s on his own. You’re going off to college soon.” She glances around. “This place is too big and too much responsibility for just me.”
“That’s what you want?” I know my mom’s relationship with her parents was rough, but this is her childhood home. She has to have some attachment to it. This house doesn’t hold any sentimental value to me, but this town does, and the prospect of not having a reason to come back has my stomach twisting in knots.
She shrugs. “It’s really my only option, Shayne. I’ll sell the house to some rich jerk, put you through college, and buy myself a nice little three-bedroom home somewhere between you and Grey.”
I nod. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna be late,” I say, hitching a thumb over my shoulder. “Talk later?”
“Go, go,” she says, pasting a smile on her face. “I’ll be at your game tonight.”
I almost forgot I had a game.
“There is a game, right?” She looks down at her phone, tapping at the screen. “I could’ve sworn it said today.”
“No, it’s today. I’ll see you tonight then.”
Her phone rings again, and she gives me a wave before turning back for the kitchen. I walk to my car, hop inside, and start the engine, my mind going in twenty-seven directions. On a whim, I try to call Grey again as I’m backing out of the driveway. Maybe he’ll pick up this time.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t.
“Asshole,” I mutter, tossing my phone to the passenger seat.
I start driving, fingers tapping on my steering wheel. I don’t want to go school today. I want answers.
Fuck it.
I turn left instead of right and pull onto the highway.
One stop for gas, a coffee run, and an hour and thirteen minutes later, I made it to Grey’s campus. I’ve only been here once with my mom to help Grey move in, so I wasn’t sure I’d remember how to find his dorm, but low and behold, I found it.
I stand in front of his door, suddenly nervous. I shake my head, internally chastising myself. This is your brother, idiot. The one who learned to braid my hair for volleyball when my mom was out of town for work. The one who always gave me an extra scoop of brown sugar in my oatmeal because he knew I loved it. The one who always stuck up for me, no matter the circumstances.