Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“My friend Tom thinks you have the hots for me.”
Her laughter faded off. “Wh—why would he think that?”
“Because of how you look at me. He said if you had the hots for any student, it would be me.”
“Oh no. This isn’t good.”
“Don’t worry. I shut it down fast. Lucky for us, Tom has the brain of a toddler and was already onto another topic.”
“If that’s the case, why are you so upset?”
I grumbled and crossed my arms as I sat back in my chair. “Because, they, shit…” I sighed and tossed my hands up in surrender. “They all know you’re hot, all right?!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Come again?”
“The guys at school have been going on about how hot they think you are, how they want to hook up with you, and all this other bullshit. It’s as if they have no moral compass.”
“Says the guy who screwed me in the back of my Jeep forty-eight hours ago.”
I went to shoot a comeback to her comment, but when I saw the smirk and tongue-in-cheekiness of her words, I couldn’t help but feel less intense. “Whatever.”
“You’re jealous,” she mentioned.
“I’m not. Psh, I’m not the jealous type.” Yes, I was. I was damn jealous. I’d never experienced that before, though, which left me feeling exposed and embarrassed that she was right.
“Oh my gosh, you are the jealous type.”
“Let’s start on our homework,” I muttered, unzipping my backpack.
Starlet sat back in her chair and shook her head. “No. I want to focus on this jealousy thing a little bit. It’s kind of sexy.”
“It would be sexy if it were true, but it’s not. I’m not a jealous guy.”
“Don’t worry. I get jealous over you, too.”
I arched my eyebrow. “Bullshit.”
She nodded. “Yup. On the school's lower level, in the girls’ bathroom, there’s a list of the hottest guys in school. And the girls add tally marks with who they think is the hottest. Guess who the leading man is?”
I smirked, sitting up a bit straighter. “No shit, me?”
“You.” She pulled out her cell phone and started scrolling through her photographs. “In the bathroom by the cafeteria, there’s a list of names of girls’ initials who would like to”—she cleared her throat as she read the picture—“sit on Milo Corti’s face.”
She held the phone out toward me. The list was massive and completely ridiculous.
“A few other messages talked about how you hooked up with them. You have quite the reputation around these parts.”
“Being a manwhore to avoid dealing with my shit was somewhat my thing for a long time.”
“That was until me.”
I smiled. “Yeah. Until you. I honestly don’t understand why the girls are writing that shit in the bathrooms. It wasn’t like I was connecting on a deep level with them.”
“What can I say? We, girls, tend to like emotionally unavailable men.”
I snickered as I glanced closer at the list. “Is that an S.E. I see at the bottom of the list?”
Her cheeks rose, and she pulled her phone back from me. She shrugged. “I didn’t want to feel left out.”
The thought of her sitting on my face would remain on my mind for the remainder of the evening.
“Can I be inappropriate real fast?” I asked.
She laughed. “You can’t be inappropriate real fast.”
“But I want to be inappropriate real fast.”
“Fine. You get ten seconds to be inappropriate real fast.”
“I’ll need fifteen seconds.”
“Twelve seconds tops.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Are you going to time me?”
She pulled up the timer on her cell phone. “And…go.”
“Being in this library just makes me realize that I want to fuck you in the quietest places and make you scream so fucking loud.” Her jaw dropped open as shock washed over her. No words left her, so I continued. “Oh, and I like your hair when you straighten it like that. It looks very yankable.”
“Milo.”
“Yes.”
She grew flustered and combed her hair behind her ears. “Take out your freaking math book.”
CHAPTER 20
Milo
The weekend came fast, and as I walked over to Tom’s house, I was slightly anxious. I had avoided drinking since my last blackout situation at school. I also had a big exam in my math class on Monday, and I knew I had to study my ass off the following day to prepare for it.
If you had asked January Milo if he’d skip drinking and drugs so he could study, I would’ve laughed in your face. But there I was, trying to be a responsible adult. At the same time, I was trying to be a good friend, too. Tom had been good to me over the past year when I didn’t even deserve his grace. The same went for Savannah. I was mentally absent from most people who called me their friend, but it was as if they knew I was struggling. They had every right to turn their backs on me, but instead, they stuck by my side. That meant more to me than they’d ever know.