Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Fuck. Kane wasn’t lying. I had thought he’d moved on. But I knew he wasn’t lying when he said that to me. This confirmation just makes everything harder to accept.
“Because she was fucking Marshall,” Kane announces as he walks into the room. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He leans against the archway that separates the kitchen from the dining room. “Ain’t that right, Imogen?”
His blue eyes blaze with the same fury he exhibited earlier and all eyes, including his, pierce through me.
“And instead of telling me about it, she ran.”
My heart hammers in my throat and my eyes burn as West and Felicia look at me with the utmost betrayal.
“Is that true?” Felicia whispers.
“You let all of us think the worst because you wanted to be with another guy?” West looks as though he can’t believe it.
I look at my cup and then stand. “I should go.”
“This time stay gone,” Kane orders, looking as bitter as he sounds. My heart shatters as he looks at me as he did earlier, in a way he never has or did. I mean I thought he hated me when we were kids, but that was nothing compared to how much he loathes me now.
“She was just a kid guys,” Felicia defends. “Come on.”
I don’t wait to hear what they say, it’s right that they stay mad at me. It’s better this way. I have a life to get back to.
16 years old
Kane has been staring at me ever since I sat down alone with Marshall, much to the envy of almost every girl here. Sitting with Marshall I mean. I don’t have a fucking clue why Kane is staring at me like he is. Though both could strike me with the envy of their admirers, they both have plenty between them.
And over the course of the next few days as Marshall and I get closer it’s more of the same. Which is frustrating because I don’t want Kane staring at me and I don’t want to have to compete for anyone’s affections.
The weekend passes and Marshall and I have our first date, officially. We go to dinner, he pays despite me offering, and then he walks me home and kisses me at the door, soft and sweet.
“You’re so beautiful, Immy,” he whispers, cupping my cheek.
I was on cloud nine all night, so much so that I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Especially now when he seeks me out just before lunch break and kisses me in front of the entire cafeteria. Staking his claim.
Kane, who is sitting with Ren and Mallick by the trophy display, glowers at me like I did something wrong, even worse than he did last week. Truth be told since we had sex I’ve actively avoided him. He tried to talk to me yesterday, asked me how I was, I replied with a brief, “fine,” and went on my way. It was weird, he never asks me if I’m okay. Usually he just asks me to show him my panties, but I guess he’s bored of that now I’ve actually shown him not only my panties but what lies beneath.
Now he has to know that I’m okay, especially now I have Marshall’s tongue down my throat. The guy can kiss. It doesn’t quite zing me the way Kane’s did that night but I had consumed alcohol so that could be why. I try not to overthink it.
“I have to get to football practice,” Marshall whispers, pulling away with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
“Have fun,” I reply, grabbing his shirt at the collar and pulling him back in for another kiss.
He grins and licks his lips as he backs away. And I lean against the wall watching him go.
“That was so hot,” Poppy says, also watching Marshall go. “So hot.”
“Right?” Selma, a newer friend of ours agrees, wagging her brows at me. “You joining us for lunch?”
“Absolutely.”
“It’s about time,” Poppy jests, bumping her shoulder with my own. “I hardly ever fucking see you anymore.”
“That’s your fault,” I scoff, and point at my brother who is talking to Mallick. “You always leave us behind for that loser.”
“She’s right,” Selma singsongs and links her arm through mine.
“Screw you both, I dedicate more time to you bitches than you deserve,” Poppy retorts, swanning ahead with a sway to her hips. “Besides, I can’t help it that he can’t keep his hands off me.”
“Ewwww.”
“So hot,” Selma sighs and looks in Kane’s direction. “I want what you both have.”
“It’s bliss, Selma. Pure bliss. I don’t know how I’ll ever go on if Matthew ever leaves me.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist I put in, “He won’t leave you. He feels the exact same.”
“Does he tell you that?”
“All the time.”
She looks at Matthew but her smile fades. “Kane Jessop is coming our way.”