Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
So I bit the inside of my lip until it bled and dug my nails into my palms. All so that I wouldn’t let my emotions show, because I knew that all those eyes that were on me weren’t friendlies. In fact, I was beginning to think I had no friends here.
If I looked too hard at the faces around me it was easy to see the glee in some of their eyes and for a split second I almost felt regret for the years of abuse I’d heaped on some of their heads. That shit didn’t last long though, there was no point in feeling sorry for unworthy idiots like half of the people in this room.
My eyes happened to scan the crowd of gathered students just then and a cold chill ran down my spine. That Track person was not even trying to hide the fact that he was looking at me with murder in his eyes. As if!
I’ve never counted him as either enemy or friend, he just never mattered. Until he showed his dislike for me in front of Jace. He was one of the first to do so. At the time I didn’t think much of it. After all who was he, and why should he matter?
But that was before I got to know Jace a little better and got to see the kind of person he is. He actually cares about his friends, something I never quite got the hang of. I’ve never been able to drum up more than a passing interest in them or their lives.
Now I looked back at Track and the disdain and dislike in his stare made me feel small. So small that it was as if the years between abject poverty and moving up in life had never happened.
And when the rest of Jace’s little crew followed suit before leaving the room after him with those…those, inferior things that I’ve crapped on my whole life in tow. I hit a new low.
2
Track
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I’ll never forgive her for this, for doing this to him. I’m not sure at this point what I’m more pissed about. What she said to my wife, or what she just did to my friend. It doesn’t matter that I’d tried to warn him. That shit was moot.
It mattered that she’d fucked with him ever since, like he didn’t have the right to move the fuck on. I never asked what made him come to his senses, but I’ve had the whole night to think after getting back to my girl.
As usual her old man was out of town and I stayed the night at her place. Soon I’ll be able to take her home with me. It won’t be long now before everyone notices the ring on her finger anyway. My only problem is having to leave her again once I got her settled.
After I’d left Jace the night before I headed right to her place. There are times when I miss her so bad I can feel that shit in my gut. Last night was one of those times. Not only because of her little run-in with that snipe, but because of what I’d seen in my friend’s eyes.
I was not myself by the time I walked through her door, but as always she just opened her arms and held me. She’s the only one who can do that, that’s why I’d married her. That wasn’t much of a surprise, the men in my family have always gotten married young.
Could be because most of them were in the army, I’m not sure. I have no plans on joining up. Not because I don’t want to follow in their footsteps, and not because of the wealth that came with the family name. But because of the girl I’d made my life mate.
I can’t leave her and go too far away where I can’t get back to her if she needs me. Some might say that her childhood illness is nothing to revolve my life plans around, but those people have never seen someone they love at death’s door because they can’t fucking breathe in a room full of air.
If her illness wasn’t heartbreaking enough, she had no one. Her dad, the only parent she had left, was never there. She was basically all alone in the world. Sad, lonely, scared, and doing all she could to hide it.
But I’d seen it. The first time we met I saw it. Something about her had reminded me of my sister. Add the fact that she’s hands down the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and that easily I knew that from then until the end of time I’ll be hers.
The list of people that I love had grown by one, one more person for me to worry and stress over. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t give up any of them for anything. And now two of them had been offended by the same evil twit. Make that three. Sian is Jace’s; that makes her one of us.