Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
When I said his name, he finally glanced at me through the corner of his eye. “Yeah.”
Gripping the silver handle, I pushed out of the truck, climbed down, and then adjusted the top of my dress. I peered up through the open door, spotting Drake looking at my boobs before quickly pulling his eyes away.
My cheeks burned, fire settling in the pit of my belly. I was sure he felt none of those things—whatever it was I was feeling. The same thing I’d felt since becoming friends in fifth grade.
“It was really great seeing you,” I murmured. “Have a good night.”
“Same to you, Snoop.”
He pressed on the gas and his engine roared, a signal for me to shut the door so he could go. I didn’t get the chance to respond because he pushed on the gas while idle again, and to avoid anymore disturbances in my quiet, uptight neighborhood, I shut the door, but not before spotting a subtle smirk on his full, pink lips.
He pulled off as soon as the door was shut, and I watched him go until his taillights disappeared.
Snoop? Snoop?
Was this something he was always going to call me now?
Jenny, the Snooper.
Jenny, the annoying, prying, snooping bitch.
Fighting a sigh, I turned for the gate and after Roger greeted me and let me in, I walked home.
The ride home kept replaying in my head. His small smiles. His gruff laugh. My face was burning up when I recalled him stealing a peek at my breasts only moments ago.
Not even broody Drake could resist the assets of a lady.
I didn’t stop thinking about him that entire night.
Hell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to, because I had way too many questions for him.
I wanted to unfold every single one of his secrets. I needed to know why he’d gotten so upset. Why he dropped out of school to begin with. What that Dirty Dawg Pit place was?
I’d never seen a gym with that name, or even a single ad about it.
Funny thing was, I forgot all about The Dark Side because I was too busy wondering about him.
My thoughts about him didn’t settle—not until the day I saw him again.
This day was much different. Though there was a rush that flourished throughout my entire body, there was also an ounce of dismay.
Let’s just say some things I didn’t know about Drake had finally come to light.
Chapter 4
Jenny
Animal House was a fitness gym in the heart of Fox River.
From “The House” you could see a clear view of the lift bridge.
On this particular day, The House was packed, filled with scrawny high school and college boys that were dying to look like Henry Cavill, middle-aged women that were working hard for bikini bodies, and of course the everyday meathead jock that thought he was the hottest thing walking without a shirt on.
Unfortunately for me, Kylie had just gotten her membership renewed, which meant tagging along with her for her cycling class at 5:30 p.m.
It was depressingly gloomy that day; I can remember that part clearly.
I remember because, like an idiot, I’d forgotten to check the weather and had tagged along with Kylie sporting a pair of my favorite white Nike Air Max’s.
I’d just gotten them from the mall the previous week, fresh out of the box and onto my clumsy feet.
As soon as we got to Animal House, I stepped out of the car and right into a puddle. A dirty, filthy, no good puddle. That alone had completely tarnished my good mood.
“Why would you wear new shoes to the gym anyway, Jen? Who does that?” Kylie part laughed and part scolded me, planting her hand on her hip.
“We’re only biking,” I muttered. “I wasn’t planning on getting too intense like you do. Plus someone didn’t give me much time to change shoes.” I flashed a frustrated smile in her direction, pressing a hand on the hood of the car and bending my leg to wipe off the gravel and icky water from the side of my shoe.
“Ha.” Shaking her head, Kylie twisted around, pressing the button on her key fob to lock her doors. The Camry honked, and then she said, “Well, hurry. I don’t want to miss out on a good spot.” I caught up to her, meeting at her side before she crossed the parking lot and then pulled the entry door to the gym open. “ I guess next time you’ll know not to wear those expensive shoes when I’m around.” She tried extremely hard not to laugh, her lips crushing together as she did her best to contain the humor.
“There won’t be a next time,” I scoffed as she slugged the door open and walked in. I trailed behind her as a few members passed by us to reach the exit. “Why couldn’t we just work out in front of my Kinect or in my dad’s gym?”