Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Had it been Colton grabbing my ass, he would have lost his right nut, had a fist to the jaw, and then a little public humiliation just to make me feel better about myself. You know, assuming it wasn’t like the night where I practically put my ass in his hands. I was more than asking for it then and had he pushed me just a little further, I know I would have ended up a victim to his charm. After the bullshit he pulled with Nic during the week and the whole yacht bullshit, he won’t ever get that close to my body again.
I make my way over to my new designated seat and drop my ass down while watching the boys try to work out the simple seating chart. They see their name on the chart but actually working out the corresponding table for them to park their asses seems a little harder. Honestly, I expect better from boys who’ve apparently had an elite upbringing with the best education money can buy.
Colton moves in to check his name and I grin to myself as he works out that he’s stuck with me. He turns, his eyes instantly zoning on me, and boy does he look pissed. I guess we’re going to pretend that the whole makeout session in his room didn’t happen yesterday. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised. So far, we’ve been acting like the whole naked and grinding on his lap thing didn't happen either but if we’re going to be technical, that was a different situation altogether.
He stalks toward me as though it’s somehow my fault that he got stuck sitting beside me, but truth be told, he’s the luckiest motherfucker around. Any other of these guys would be thrilled to be the one who got to sit next to the only person in the school with a hot rack, perky ass, and doesn’t smell like a dirty gym bag.
Colton steps right up to the table and leans over it. “Move. You’re not sitting here.”
I smile, looking up at him as I cross my legs and lean back in the chair, making a show of getting comfortable. “Really? I’m not? Because it sure as shit looks like I am.”
His eyes darken, irritated with having to deal with me. “Move.”
I raise a brow and grin up at him, loving nothing more than getting on his nerves. “That’d be a negative, Ghost Rider.”
His eyes flame and I watch in amusement as his jaw clenches. Maybe this whole seating chart thing will be better than I thought it would. “Colton, take your seat,” Mr. Weathers booms as the students around us get seated. “What’s the matter? Does the pretty girl have cooties?”
“No. The pretty girl has a death wish,” he mutters, his eyes never once leaving mine as he responds to our teacher.
Charlie leans forward from the space behind me, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t worry, man,” he murmurs, meeting my eyes and winking. “I’ll deal with those cooties for you.”
Ugh. please. This guy seriously needs to get laid.
Mr. Weathers lets out a frustrated groan, clearly done with this morning’s bullshit. “Take your seat, Colton. You’re wasting my time. She’s not going to bite–”
“Careful,” I say, “I just might.”
Weathers continues as though I didn't just interrupt. “And Charlie, sit your ass back in your seat and mind your damn business.”
Charlie runs his finger across his lips, pretending to zip them while Colton drops down beside me. His arm brushes against mine, sending a wave of electricity pulsing through my body that sets me on fire. I’m in so much trouble when it comes to this guy. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if I want to hate him or try to see the best in him. Hell, maybe I just want to fuck him.
Why couldn’t he have been some kind of saint? That sharp jawline, perfect body, and sun-kissed caramelized skin is wasted on him. Those eyes though … fuck.
Mr. Weathers starts his lesson and I open my textbook knowing damn well that I won’t be able to keep up in this class. I haven’t been able to keep up in many of the classes actually. What these guys are learning is a huge step up from the basic bullshit we were being taught at Breakers Flats High.
There’s no doubt about it that this is an elite education and to be honest, throwing me straight in the deep end was more than likely an epic fuck up on a gigantic scale. I’ll never be able to catch up to these guys and I sure as hell don’t have the will to. It’d be a fail across the board purely for the fact that I’m so behind. I'm not one of those academically minded kinds of girls. I’ve never had to be, and suddenly having all this school work looming over me … yeah, it’s a bit intimidating. The fact that I don’t understand any of the gibberish that’s coming out of Mr. Weathers mouth, well that’s just downright humiliating. I’ve never felt so stupid. All these guys are my age and are easily following along while I feel completely out in the dark.