Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I adjusted my dick in my jeans while giving her a long once over. “Wouldn’t take much. Would it?”
“That’s a big leap.” She patted my cheek. “I’ll grind on you if it keeps me out of juvie. Beyond that, I’d rather take a run and jump at a wasp’s nest.” She turned on her heel, red hair flying behind her when she went to make her grand exit from the office, pretending like she wasn’t the least bit fazed.
But she knew it, and I knew it. I was absolutely going to fuck that girl.
* * *
Hendrix jumped up, slapping his hand over the top of the cafeteria doorway. “Jacobs is a dick.” Hendrix stopped beside Wolf and Bellamy in the line, taking a tray before he thumbed back at me. “He got called to Brown’s office.”
“What for?” Wolf watched one of the freshmen girls strut past, blowing a kiss to her. “Blowjob in the girls’ restroom?” he asked me over the clang of silverware and plastic trays.
“No. Jacobs had Monroe in there.”
“Jacobs? What the…”
Bellamy shook his head. “We should have known better than to use a redhead.”
“What’s wrong with a redhead?” Hendrix piled rolls onto his plate then swiped two cartons of chocolate milk.
Bellamy grabbed utensils from the wall caddy. “How many redheads do you see, dumbass?”
“Oh. Right.” Hendrix glared over his shoulder at me. “That’s your fault, man.”
“She’s not the only redhead in Dayton and Barrington,” I said.
“Nah, but she’s the only hot one,” Wolf chuckled, taking a plate of cheese fries that smelled like dirty dishwater. When he looked over at me, the smile faded from his face. “Chill out, dude. I’m not trying to hit on your chick.”
“Fuck off, Wolf.”
Hendrix cackled, then launched a fry at my forehead. “Zepp and Monroe sittin’ in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G,” he sang.
I shoved him hard enough that he stumbled, sending a few of his rolls tumbling to the floor. I loaded my tray down with greasy food, then paid the cashier and headed into the crowded lunchroom. Most of the tables were full. Students sat shoulder to shoulder, laughing and talking. We passed our usual spot, and my brother groaned.
“Sarah Fletcher was giving me the eyes, man. Why do we have to go sit with the angry ginger and the weirdo?”
Ignoring him, I dropped my tray to the table beside Monroe. “Miss me?” I sank to the stool, and the rest of the guys fell into empty seats around the two girls.
“If only I got the chance.”
“Ah, come on, Roe.” I rubbed a finger along the high collar of her shirt, and she shoved me away. “We’re practically a couple now. Haven't you heard?”
“I have a boyfriend. So no, we’re not.”
A boyfriend? She wasn’t dating anyone from Dayton, which left Barrington. And pissing off one of those pricks was always welcomed.
“Who? Harford?” Hendrix snorted before cramming a roll into his mouth.
I didn’t believe for one second that she was dating Harford. Monroe was hot, but Max dated girls like Leah. Girls his uppity parents would approve of because social status mattered in places like Barrington. Monroe wasn’t dating him. Fucking him? Sure, and the thought of it made a spark of jealousy ignite inside me.
“Gonna be a shame when the rich boy breaks up with you for bumping uglies with my brother,” Hendrix said.
Monroe dropped her napkin to her plate with a roll of her eyes. “I’d rather screw a cactus, so unlikely.” Like the idea of her and me together, in a bed, was that farfetched.
“Not what the rumors are saying, bae.”
“I don’t want anyone thinking I’m sleeping with you,” she said.
“People are going to think what they think, and I don’t really give a shit.” I tossed a fry into my mouth.
“You’re a dick.” Grabbing her tray, she pushed to her feet and headed to the garbage, her friend following suit. “Maybe I’ll have the quarterback pick me up. Make a show of choosing a Barrington prick over you.”
Or just make the Barrington prick look like a dumbass for thinking he had a loyal girl when she was, from the looks of it, screwing me. No matter how Monroe tried to spin it, it would be her and the quarterback who looked like idiots—not me. Monroe chucked her food—tray included—into the garbage can, then left the cafeteria.
Hendrix watched, shaking his head before stuffing another roll in his mouth. “Harford? What a waste of some good tits.”
* * *
It was past eleven that night when Wolf left my house to go home. Hendrix and I sat on the couch playing Call of Duty. After I kicked his ass three times, he chucked the controller to the carpet and went to bed, sulking like a toddler who had shit himself. I fell back onto the lumpy sofa, staring at the ceiling and listening to the constant hum of traffic that happened late at night in a neighborhood full of drug dealers and pimps. My phone flashed with a text.