Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I bite my lip, our eyes locking. “I don’t know how to thank you, Principal Kane,” I whisper, wincing as I catch myself. “Colton.”
He smiles, shrugging before he glances at the clock. “Shit, you should get back so you’re not late for first period.” He chuckles. “Wouldn’t want to get sent to the principal’s office, would you?”
Yes, I would.
But I just smile as I nod and finish the last of my coffee before I head into the bathroom to change into the clothing he got me. Three minutes later, at his backdoor, he smiles at me again, those piercing blue eyes burning into me.
“Just think about it today and let me know, alright?”
I nod. “I will.”
Oh, will I. About that and so many more things I most certainly should not be thinking about where my Principal is concerned…
7
Brynn
“Hello? Earth to Brynn?”
I blink whirling my head around as my eyes focus on Waverly.
“Hey, sorry,” I stammer, blushing.
She frowns. “You okay?”
“Yeah? Why?”
She shrugs, her eyes searching mine. “I dunno, you’ve been a little distant the last few weeks is all. Everything’s okay, though?”
Oh sure. Except my father is the new Bernie Madoff, my stepmom has fled the country probably with half my trust fund, and there’s a mob creep who wants me to strip at his fucking club or maybe fuck him in order to pay off the money my dad owes him. Right, and I spent the night at Principal Kane’s house and watched him jerk off his huge dick.
…Yeah, everything’s just peachy.
“I’m good,” I lie, smiling. “Really.”
She frowns slightly, like she’s not quite buying it, but letting me have it.
“Alright, but you know I’m here if you need me.”
“I know,” I smile before I flip the whole thing and peer at her.
Waverly’s brow furrows as I grin at her. “What?”
“Oh nothing, I’m just not the only one who’s been distracted lately.”
She blushes but swallows it back. “What do you mean?”
“Um, besides the fact that you’re actually doing your hair in more than a bun these days? Or the constant smiling? The hint of, say, hickeys under the concealer on your neck?”
“They are not—”
“Or maybe just the general bouncy attitude you’ve got going recently? Hmmm?” I grin at her, wagging my brows. I know my friend, and she is definitely hiding something. And from the feel of it, it’s a boy. Her hiding it is weird though, extra weird since our friend Sasha has been giving her extra grief about her lack of a love life recently.
Waverly rolls her eyes, but there’s no hiding the pink on her cheeks.
“It’s nothing, weirdo. I’m just excited for regionals.”
To be fair, so am I. Waverly, Sasha, and I are on the Winchester swim team, and under the new coach, Coach Kirby, it looks like we’ve got a really good chance of dominating at regionals. Well, the girls team at least. Maybe it’s the added motivation of Camden Kirby being crazy hot. Believe me, the jealousy on the girls’ team is real about all the time Waverly gets to spend with him as the star swimmer of the team.
“Regionals give you those hickeys?”
She sticks her tongue out. “It’s probably just bruising from all the training I’ve been doing.”
“Uh-huh,” I say dryly.
She blushes, her teeth raking over her bottom lip as she glances around the semi-crowded school hallway. And then suddenly, she leans in close, conspiratorially.
“Okay, there is this… this thing.”
“I knew it!”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not telling you now, but just be patient.”
“What! That’s bullshit! Tell me now!”
She grins widely, and I can really see the enamored, silly look in her eyes. Whoever this guy is, she’s smitten.
“After regionals, okay?”
“Uuugh,” I groan. “So lame.”
“It’ll be motivation. If we do well, I’ll tell you.”
I snort. “Motivation like spending all that extra training time with Coach Hotness, you mean?”
Her face goes crimson, and I’m about to keep teasing her, when suddenly, my eyes catch something past her shoulder, and I freeze. Heat sizzles through me, and my breath catches as my eyes just stare at the sight of Principal Kane striding down the hallway towards us. My heart races, my skin tingles, and my breath catches as I drink him in. He’s wearing a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves rolled halfway up his rippling forearms, and perfectly fitting navy-blue dress pants. And he looks fucking gorgeous.
The throngs of students crowding the hallway seem to part for him, like people can feel is presence before he even has to say, “excuse me” and move preemptively. I shiver as he strides closer, and when his eyes find me, and our gazes lock, I see this spark of something wild in those eyes.
Waverly frowns. “Um, hello?” She turns just as Colton steps close to us, startling her as she looks up at him.
“Principal Kane!”
He smiles. “Waverly, Miss Henley,” he growls, his eyes flashing at me before he turns back to Waverly.