Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Near death experience for both of us.” I nod. “Remember?”
He smirks. “I’m going to start calling you thigh girl.”
I don’t laugh. I just march over and write it on the actual board, then hand the dry erase marker back, slapping it into his hand. “Already done, now should I change your name to pussy or loser? I can’t really decide, what do you think, MB?”
She starts to slow clap. “I knew I liked you.”
“Do you like cake?”
“If you don’t like cake, you aren’t even living. Who doesn’t like cake?” I almost blurt out my twin sister, but keep it on the inside like everything else.
Instead, I just shrug. “Who knows, I was just doing some recon.”
She nods her head. “Nice. We’ll keep you then.”
“Aw, was this a test? Did I pass?”
“Listen,” MB marches up to me and changes Ambrose’s name to PL, aw she made a little name for him then drew a giant heart next to it. “Anyone who can give these guys shit is a friend of mine, because they dish it out like complete lunatics. Wanna be on my team?”
“Hey, wait!” Quinn starts to protest. “Don’t make me be on his team! Don’t do it, you know what happened last time, MB, I swear, I carried that team and you still beat us, he couldn’t even make it in the hole!”
MB grins. “Huh, he doesn’t seem to have trouble with that in other areas of his life, should I be concerned?”
“Like all holes?” I ask innocently.
“Why does nobody want to be on my team?” Ambrose yells. “Fine, no girls against guys shit, I’ll be on Chloe’s team and yes sorry I already knew your name, it was a test and yes you passed.” He sticks his tongue out at MB.
“Stick it one more time and I’ll pull it.” Her eyebrows arch.
Ambrose holds up his hands. “Only if you promise to pull something else.”
“Why.” Quinn asks nobody in general. “And no, you can’t be her partner, she’s my partner.”
“Rock, paper, scissors for her.” Ambrose goads him on.
Quinn’s eyes narrow, he looks ready to punch Ambrose in the chin. “Fine.”
Ambrose chooses Rock.
Quinn chooses scissors. “Son of a bitch!”
He kicks the ground with his foot sending one of the bean bags flying, it’s cute, he’s cute and sexy all at once, I like seeing a different side of him and you can tell how awesome someone is by the people they hang out with. I suddenly want to protect them at all costs, we don’t need Sophie meeting any of them, she’d just talk trash, she’d ruin everything.
I try to change the mood. “Well, it looks like Ambrose is my bitch now.” I laugh and hold up my hand for a high five.
Ambrose hits it, then flips off Quinn with the other.
“Yes, Ambrose, celebrate the one and only time you’ve won.” They both go awkwardly silent, even MB averts her eyes, not able to meet mine and staring down at the grass.
Quinn clears his throat loudly, so loud that I’m afraid to ask what could make them suddenly so uncomfortable.
“Well,” MB’s face has suddenly lost some color. “I’m going to take the other bitch over here and grab my beanbags, stop moping Quinn, you’ll be fine! You’re on the winning team!”
“We’ll see!” I yell and grab my beanbags and then toss Ambrose his. He catches one, drops the other. “Wow, did you never play sports?”
“Oh shit,” MB says under her breath.
“Captain of the lacrosse team, if you must know!”
“You?” I point.
MB laughs harder.
The good mood is back.
Ambrose points over at Quinn. “He was captain of the chess club!”
“Are you saying that because while he was using his brain you were playing with a stick or am I missing something, butterfingers?” I wink.
Quinn dies laughing while MB joins in again.
Ambrose has murder in his blue eyes. “You,” He points the beanbag at me. “Are lucky we’re teammates, otherwise I would wreck you. You hear me, get wrecked!”
“Please don’t start rizzing.” I shake my head. “That would just further my disappointment, now try to follow through with your throw and don’t let them get in your heads!”
He’s already staring in their direction.
“No!” I clap in front of his face. “Listen soldier, they want to get in your head, they want you to lose, they want to humiliate you, but don’t worry, I won’t let that happen, because I’m a team player.”
“Are you guys done hyping each other up now?” Quinn calls. “It just makes us sad.”
“Hate being sad,” MB agrees.
They both nod like they’re watching the beginning of a tragedy.
“Let’s end them,” Ambrose says through clenched teeth.
Now, I’m a little fuzzy on all the details but at one point violence did in fact take over, the boys started yelling again while MB and I carried their asses. We were tied and there was no end in sight and then suddenly MB kind of staggers then collapses to the ground.