Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Germs are the least of the issues here.
“Sorry.” Spoons gathers three or four burgers and arranges them on his plate in a circle, then returns to staring at Molly.
I want to tie a napkin around her neck to stop Spoons staring at her chest like a man who just got released from prison and rediscovered women.
Thankfully, or not, Molly doesn’t seem to notice his leering. That’s the only reason I haven’t reached over and punched him, yet.
She turns toward me. “I’m going to grab more napkins. Do you need anything?”
“You’re the birthday girl. I should get them.”
She flicks her gaze across the table, her expression clearly saying she doesn’t want to be left alone. She has a point. “It’s easier for me to get up.” She leans in and presses a quick kiss to my cheek.
Spoons keeps his eyes focused on Molly’s ass as she weaves around the benches. She stops to talk to Juliet at a different table. We should’ve sat over there.
“Now that she’s eighteen, you’re definitely hittin’ that, right, Griff?” Spoons drags his gaze away from Molly and curls his filthy top lip. This dude’s begging to lose his damn eyeballs if he keeps it up.
“Fuck off.” I reach over and slap his face two or three shades harder than a friendly tap. “Stop staring at her, asshole.”
He holds his hands in the air like he meant no harm. “Come on. Can you blame me?”
“Keep it up and you’re gonna wear your intestines home as a necklace,” I warn.
“Show some fuckin’ respect, man.” Torch slaps his buddy on the back.
“I respectfully pointed out that his girlfriend is hot. What’s wrong with that?” Spoons smirks at me. Asshole.
I’m not dumb. Molly’s been a head-turner for years. I’ve admired her for longer than I should’ve, and helped Remy chase off the kind of boys who were only interested in her looks. She’s kind, smart, and funny as hell. Spoons doesn’t appreciate any of that. Guys like him barely think of her as a person, and I fucking hate it.
The bench dips as Eraser drops his heavy frame into the seat on my right. He reaches across the table and taps the back of Torch’s hand with his fork. “You gonna stick around after and help me clean up?”
“Can’t.” Torch shakes his head, his stiff orange tufts of hair not moving a bit. “I have a date.”
“Oh, yeah?” Eraser squirts ketchup on his burger. “Which hand?”
Spoons snorts out a laugh. “Lefty. Righty is all worn out.”
I scowl at Spoons. “You’re a fuckin’ creep.”
“You have no idea,” Torch mutters.
Pip stops by our table and rests his hand on Eraser’s shoulder. “I already told Remy I’d help with the cleanup,” he says to Eraser.
“Thanks, lil’ buddy.” Eraser reaches up and runs his hand over the top of Pip’s head.
“Knock it off.” Pip takes a giant step to the side. “Or I’m gonna put all the trash in your back seat.”
“We brought Ella’s car.” Eraser shrugs. “And I know you wouldn’t do that to her.”
Pip scowls. “Foiled again.”
Eraser slides closer to me. “Sit. Eat a burger. I’m sure you’ll think of some other way to get even with me.”
Laughing, I grab a paper plate from the stack in front of me, drop a burger on it, and pass it down to Pip’s end of the table.
“Thanks, Griff.”
A guy ambles up to the table with his hands jammed in the pockets of his baggy jeans. Fuck, this must be the asshole Remy was talking about before he left. I’ve only met him a few times, and I’ve wanted to jam my fist down his throat on each occasion.
He hoists his ass onto the table we’re eating off of and braces his feet on the bench. Spoons slowly glances over and gives a pointed look at the dirty sneakers almost touching his leg.
“Were you raised by raccoons?” Eraser reaches over and shoves the guy until he slides off the table. “I don’t want to look at your ass crack while I’m eating, Buck.”
Buck, how could I forget? Rhymes with fuck, which is what I say to myself every time this dude shows up at one of our parties.
Pip snickers. “That’s insulting to raccoons.”
“Chill, E.” Buck raises and lowers his hands in a calm down gesture that’s bound to infuriate Eraser even more.
“Don’t tell me to chill,” Eraser grumbles. “Pull up your pants. You look like you escaped the circus.”
I sigh and take another bite of my burger. Maybe I should move to a different table.
Molly returns and sets a huge square piece of yellow cake with cherry-red filling and white frosting in front of me. “It’s vanilla frosting and cherry filling.” She beams, clearly pleased Remy chose the right cake.
I tip my head back and grin at her. “Thanks, Muffin.”
Buck busts up laughing across from me and elbows Spoons who’s cackling like a rabid hyena. I glare at them until they both shut the fuck up.