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)
“Gross.”
I wipe it on his jeans, laughing evilly the entire time.
When we pull into the school grounds, sure enough Kane Jessop is waiting for me. His shoulder length hair is loose today and his blue eyes are glowing with a scowl. His hands are tucked into his front pockets making his biceps bulge and tighten below the short sleeves of his T-shirt.
Oh he’s mad.
He stares me down as I climb out of Marshall’s vehicle. I don’t even look at him. I raise my chin and all but skip to Poppy and my brother who seem to be having some kind of argument that they don’t want any of us to hear.
They stop as I approach and Poppy gives me a tight-lipped smile. My brother stomps away, throwing his hands up in the air as he goes.
“What just happened?” I question, looking at my friend with concern in my gaze. It’s unlike them to argue, they just don’t fight. So whatever it is must be bad.
“We’re disagreeing on college.”
“Right,” I utter because I totally understand that.
I look back at Kane and my brows pull together. He’s talking to a girl called Della. She’s sweet and pretty and tall with legs for days. She’s also a cheerleader and I just know she wants in Kane’s pants though she’s never made a move to my knowledge.
I act like it doesn’t bother me while listening to Poppy rant about how she thinks Austin is the better choice whereas my brother wants to go to Dallas. They both want to stay in state though so I don’t know what the big deal is.
“Just go to different colleges?” I suggest and she looks insulted. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I really want to go to Dallas but Austin is closer to Kane.”
“The feminist in me is telling you not to decide your fate based on a guy but what a hypocrite that would make me.”
I laugh a little but it’s sad. “I hate all these grown up decisions. We’re hardly into our senior year and just every day is stress filled with another decision to make that could potentially derail our future.”
She hums her agreement and scowls ahead, looking so frustrated. I wrap my arm around her waist and smile at her my biggest smile.
“He’s gonna love you no matter where you both go.”
“He said he doesn’t want a long-distance relationship.”
I get that, but… it’s Matthew and Poppy. They are relationship goals.
Speaking of relationship goals, Kane Jessop’s arms suddenly wrap around my waist. I quirk a brow at Poppy as he hugs me from behind as though everything is normal.
“You chilled the fuck out now?” he asks, nuzzling the back of my neck.
Poppy glares at him. “Are you dimwitted, Kane? Because you sure ain’t smart when it comes to women.”
“Stay out of this, don’t fuckin’ need two bitches gangin’ up on me.”
I stomp on his foot, not too hard but enough to make him hiss from the pain and release me.
“So I guess that’s a no then?” Kane shouts as I walk away. “Not playin’ this game Immy.”
I keep going, smiling smugly as he follows. I can see his reflection in the entrance doors of the school as we approach. Poppy smirks at me, sharing my wicked thoughts and excitement.
It’s inside when he grabs my arm and yanks me to the side, shoving me so hard against the lockers the metal rattles so loudly that everyone looks our way. He gives my arm a shake and dips his head, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You got beef with me, we talk about it.”
I sigh and try to duck under his arm but he brings me back again.
“Give me your fuckin’ eyes, Imogen Hardy. I ain’t playin’.” He cups my face tenderly with his hand. “Now you’re gonna have to tell me what I did so I can fix it.”
“You know what you did,” I snap, scowling now.
“Is this about what I said to Martian?”
My eyes narrow and my hands ball into fists. “Don’t call him that.”
“You’re defendin’ him now?”
“Absolutely. He’s my friend.”
“He more than that?” Kane questions as the bell rings overhead. People stop watching and start moving. They’re used to our fights by now, but this one is actually real. Especially now he just went and thoroughly pissed me off.
“You seriously think I’d do that?” I gape at him, shaking my head slightly. “You’re an ass, Kane Jessop.”
“And you’re not answerin’ me.” His tone is a growl and he cages me in, still scanning my eyes like the answers might be there. “You havin’ your cake and eating it as well?”
“I’m not dignifying that question with a fucking answer.” This time I successfully escape, though only for a moment.
“Immy,” he snaps but there’s a vulnerability to his tone that has me stopping in my tracks and twisting back to face him. He lets me go, allowing me the space to turn to face him because I know he’s not going to let me walk away. “Be real with me.”