Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Jackson, I knew the invitation to tonight’s party was for the entire graduating senior class but couldn’t you have made exceptions. Not everyone belongs everywhere.
This bitch…
I use the distraction of her presence to wrench myself out of Jackson’s hold. Surprisingly he doesn’t say anything as I maneuver myself around him but as I walk away, Teagan says, “I guess we no longer have to wonder where that smell was coming from.”
I’ve put up with her shit for so long, I refuse to let that slip. I turn on my heels and paste a big smile on my face. I look her square in the eyes and say, “I was thinking the same thing. The stench of many sucked dicks was lingering in the air and I wondered where it was coming from and then you popped up. Mystery solved.”
Rumors ran deep at Oakridge High and one of them was whenever Teagan and Jackson were on the romantic outs, little Miss thinks-her-shit-doesn’t-stink, spreads herself quite thin amongst the various sports teams. It’s said she’s seen more locker room action than the varsity athletes.
A deep red color shot from her neck up and spread to the dark roots of her bottle blonde hair. She opened her mouth and then shut it.
Several snickers and a couple of loud guffaws surround us and I realize we have a small audience. I should have known wherever Jackson was a crowd would follow. As good as my little victory felt, the attention this little threesome has garnered makes me extremely uncomfortable.
I steal a quick glance in Jackson’s direction and again, he’s oddly silent. Maybe the God of Luck is being merciful to me after all.
I turn around to get away as fast as I can when I hear Teagan scream at the top of her lungs, “You fat black bitch!”
I toss my middle finger up in the air without looking back. I’ve been called worse.
This is exactly why I didn’t want to come to this party tonight. Maybe I would have been better off third wheeling it with Lea but even better, I could have just stayed home.
At least the buffet was a bright spot. When I finally make it to the food stations, I pile my plate with items from nearly every station. That’s what it’s here for after all.
Satisfied with the meal, I’ve created I seek out a place to sit and spot some tables off to the corner where a handful of people are gathered. Some are eating while others are just hanging out and laughing with their friends. I spot an empty table and make a beeline for it.
Ignoring the people around me, I pull out my cell phone that I had tucked in the front pocket of my jeans and start pulling up a book I’d been reading. Yes, I’m that type of nerd. With good food and a good read, I’m finally content. Lea can take as long as she likes as long as I can stay here for the rest of the night. That is as long as I have no further run-ins with any of The Clique.
I’m just getting to a particularly juicy part in a story about a woman who’s lost her memory and she’s surrounded by people who are out to kill her. She has to find out who is after her through surrounding clues and a mysterious sexy stranger.
I’m so deep in the e-pages that I don’t realize I’m no longer alone.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you.”
Startled by the abrupt interruption of my peace, I let out shriek of surprise and nearly drop my phone. I look across the table to see Keith Samuels has joined me. He’s one of the few kids at school who’s decent to me.
He’s not particularly popular but he isn’t at the bottom rung of the social ladder either. He seemed to have a bunch of friends and played on the tennis team. He was even friendly with a few kids in The Clique although he wasn’t a part of their inner circle.
He and I had several classes together and worked on group projects together. He was always respectful and friendly. At one point I had a crush on him. He’s not ‘hot’ in the conventional sense. He’s the kind of good looking that makes girls wonder if he’s attractive because he’s handsome or that he’s 6 feet and acne free.
At one point even I had a bit of a crush on him but I think mostly because he actually treated me like a decent human being. In my delusional 15-year-old brain, I thought he liked me back but then he grew cool toward me. The withdrawal from our casual friendship was so abrupt, I wondered what I’d done wrong.
We’d only started talking during this past year when we were assigned to work on a project in our physics class. It wasn’t the same as before and by then the small infatuation I’d had for him had vanished.