Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Yep,” she beams. “I have two hours.”
“Awesome,” I grin.
Before we know it, I’m following her down the street and pulling into a space beside her with dad’s magical credit card slipped into the safety of my jeans pocket.
We walk around the furniture store for a good hour, picking things out with the store assistant tagging along beside us, writing everything down. We bounce from one section to another, making sure to keep everything modern with neutral colors, as I know that’s what dad is going to approve of.
The only thing that takes us a while is when we get to the couches. You see, a lot goes into choosing a couch and I have a feeling we’re going to have quite a lot of people coming and crashing on it. It has to be big for when Jesse decides to pass out, and it has to be comfortable for when Brooke and I have movie night in our pajamas.
After fifteen minutes debating over the couch, we finally pick one that’s absolutely huge and screams comfort, only to groan when we get to the bedroom section. There’s nothing worse than having to pick out a mattress. I mean, so many things could go wrong here.
We get out of the store with half an hour to spare before Brooke has to be back on campus, so we stop for lunch on the way.
Brooke nibbles at a salad and I raise an eyebrow. It’s not like her to eat so carefully and sparingly. “What’s up?” I grunt.
“I have my date with Lukas tomorrow night. I’m trying not to pig out so I don’t look bloated.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re tiny. No matter what you do you’d never look bloated.”
“No, that’s just the thing, being tiny is the problem. The second I eat anything my stomach pokes out. If I eat too much today, I’d probably look nine months pregnant tomorrow.”
I scoff at her reasoning. Never in a million years would she ever look like that. Not even if she were nine months pregnant. She’ll probably be one of those beautiful pregnant women who have a tiny, perfect little bump and she’ll probably pop out her baby by accidentally sneezing. Me, on the other hand, will most likely look like a cow about to explode and be stuck in a week long labor covered in sweat and growling like a bear.
“Do you know where he’s taking you yet?”
“Yeah,” she smiles, looking up from her salad. “You know that little Italian restaurant? It’s kind of right between here and home.”
“Oh, yeah,” I smile. “I’ve been there a few times with Nate. They’re great, but you should get one of the booths in the back. It gets really busy and loud.”
“Ok,” she says as a beaming smile takes over her. She drops her fork into her salad and places her hands flat on the table. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she tells me. “I feel really nervous about this. I don’t get nervous, Tora. I’m so out of my depth here.”
“What?” I laugh. “Weren’t you the one saying how you don’t get affected by all this girly shit just yesterday?”
“Shut up,” she groans. “I didn’t feel nervous yesterday but the second he gave me a time and date, I just froze. I felt sick. Like, what if I screw this up? I really like this guy. He’s so perfect and he’s so damn sexy.”
“You’re not going to screw it up,” I tell her. “He’s going to see that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and if he can’t see that, then he’s not the guy you want in your life, and if that is the case, you screw him anyway, have a nasty, sweaty night, and send him on his way.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she says, picking up her fork again. “I guess, I just really want this to work out. I hate being the single girl amongst a group of couples. Makes me feel like a loner.”
“You’re not a loner.”
“Bullshit,” she grunts. “All summer, everyone was shacked up, making out with their boyfriend and I was left to dodge Tyson.”
“You know, I think you’d be good with Tyson.”
“What?” she sputters out, laughing. “No thanks. That kid is more of a whore than me and I’d like to date someone who hasn’t licked every single one of my friends’ pussies.”
“A simple ‘No’ would have done it,” I laugh. “And for the record, my pussy has not been licked by Tyson.”
“Yeah, but you wish it had,” she grumbles low. “I mean, I reckon that kid would be extremely talented in the bedroom. Can you imagine how good he’d get you off?”
“Ewww,” I laugh. “I don’t even want to think about that, but I have no doubt he’s good, especially if all the stories are true. He must be keeping every single one of those girls at Broken Hill High busy. All the other boys are gone and Jesse is taken which means it’s only him keeping the bad boy reputation alive, and so far, I haven’t heard any complaints.”