Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“What?” I demand. “What? What happened?”
“The other guy took too long to gain control after going wide and Nate left him behind in a cloud of dust.”
“Hell yeah,” I cheer, wishing again that I could have been there.
“Oh, shit,” she laughs. “Literally everyone is cheering for him except for one person.
My eyebrows pull down as I try to work it out. “Who?” I question.
“Who do you think?” she laughs. “Jackson.”
“Ugh,” I groan. I’d forgotten about that douchebag. I haven’t been to school in nearly two weeks and Nate hasn’t mentioned his name since Jesse’s party. So, I’d assumed all was good in the world, but hearing his name reminds me that he’s transferred to my school and is going to be another thing for me to deal with when I get back. “What’s the gossip there?”
“Nothing much,” she says. “He’s been crawling up the asses of the football team and it’s working like a charm. They all know he’s good, especially after the game the other week, so they’ve taken him in like their new king. The coach officially made him the quarterback.”
“Great,” I groan. “I guess that makes him the most popular guy in school by default.”
“Sure does,” she says. “It’s been fine though. He’s stayed away from Nate and Jesse so far, but the way Jesse watches them around school, it won’t be long before something goes down. You know how Jesse has a hard time holding his tongue.”
“I kno-”
Brooke’s laughing cuts me off. “Oh, shit,” she chuckles. “He heard me.”
“Who are you talking to?” I hear Jesse in the background.
“It’s Tora,” she laughs before I hear rustling and both their muffled voices. “No,” she squeals.
“Give me it,” I hear from Jesse.
Both of their laughter is heard again and I have to hold the phone away from my ear until I hear Jesse’s voice loud and clear. “Tora,” he says sweetly. “Our boy won.”
“I know,” I grin. “Doesn’t he always?”
“Yep,” he says. “Now, listen,” he tells me. “Whatever bullshit this she-devil has been telling you, it’s not true. I’m a good boy. You remember that.”
“Oh, come on, Jesse,” I laugh. “I know you much better than that. I sleep up the hall from you, remember?”
“Shit,” he grunts before another laugh comes flying from his mouth, making me realize that they’re probably already wasted, though, not Nate. He’s sensible when he’s driving, which is generally all the time. It’s the cigarettes I have to worry about with him, but lately, he’s been cutting back a lot and while that’s great, I just hope he’s doing it for himself, not because I don’t like it.
I hear ruffling before more giggles and then finally Brooke’s voice on the other end. “Can you believe that twat bucket?” she chuckles. “I’m going to get him back for that.” Brooke goes quiet for a second before calling through the phone. “Hey, I got to go. We’re heading out to the party. Are you sure you can’t come?”
“Ha,” I scoff. “If you can convince Nate that it’s a good idea, then I’ll be there.”
“No thanks,” she says, slightly horrified by the idea. “You’re on your own with that one.”
“Thanks,” I grunt.
“I’ll come around tomorrow. Give you some company.”
“Thanks,” I smile. “Have fun and remember; sock that wang before you bang.”
“I know,” she says. “I’ll cover the stump before I hump.”
“That’s my girl,” I laugh. “See you tomorrow.”
“Night,” she says before ending the call.
I put my phone down and get myself comfortable once again before picking up my Kindle. I search for my spot in the book but after all the reading I’ve done over the past week, my eyes feel as though they’re about to fall out of my head.
I put the Kindle back down and flick on the TV before hitting play on ‘Glee’ and grinning to myself at the guilty pleasure, especially when the little ‘Glee’ jingle plays.
I lay awake, watching the TV, struggling to fall asleep after not being able to burn any energy and end up watching ‘Glee’ until two in the morning when the door of my room is pushed open and a very sexy man comes through with eyes burning as he watches me.
“You’re not asleep,” Nate says in surprise.
I shake my head as I watch him cross the room and pull his shirt up over his head. My eyes instantly drop to his body and take in the show. “Not tired,” I tell him.
“Really?” he murmurs as he works on his belt buckle, not once removing his hooded eyes from mine. I nod as I fear if I open my mouth I’ll probably start drooling. “I can help you with that,” Nate promises me.
A moment later, his jeans drop to the floor, clattering against the ground with the weight of his phone, wallet, and keys. He slides into bed beside me and before I have the chance to even mutter a ‘missed you’, his lips are on mine, devouring me.