Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
It would be a total lie not to admit that Van is one of the hottest—okay, the hottest boy in our school. Actually, he’s the hottest one I’ve ever seen. I hate that I’m attracted to him. His stupid dark hair and deep blue eyes. Not to mention the abs. I’d gotten an up close view of them when he was at football practice. I don’t think I’ve been the same since.
“You got a little something.” I motion toward my nose. He shakes his head at me like I’m the most annoying person in the world. He probably hates that I don’t fall at his feet so he can ignore me like he does all the other girls that swoon over him.
“You’re such a bitch, Fleur.” Rose is seething. “This is why no one likes you.”
I hate to break it to her, but it doesn’t matter. People were jerks before I started to stand up for myself.
“I think you should leave,” Van mutters, pulling off his shirt. He uses it to wipe the blood off his face.
Why does the comment hurt? It’s the first time in a long time that words have affected me. I shake it off.
“See you at school, Mr. All-Star.” I roll my eyes, pretending I couldn’t care less before I turn to head back into the house toward the front door to make my escape.
“Fleur!” someone yells after me, but I don’t stop. I’ll never let any of them know they can hurt me.
Never again.
Chapter
Two
VAN
Istare at Fleur’s back in confusion. Was it something I said? I look around for Sadie so she can explain this to me, but she’s not here. I glare at the house. She’s inside with the Chosen One.
Family is a weird thing. There’s the family you’re born into and then the family you end up with. My family right now is the latter. I have a real dad who is basically a stranger to me, the dad who raised me, my mom, my not-bio sister whom I adore, and my bio cousin, who I’d like to throw into a lake and drown.
Sadie, the not-bio sister, took one look at my bio cousin and decided he was the only one for her, and since then all she’s done is follow him around like a lost puppy. I don’t get it.
“Do you want me to get you a new shirt?”
I swivel toward the female voice and clock a blonde. What’s her name? I can’t recall. Some flower I think. Violet? Lily? Rose? The last one sounds right. “Why are you still here?”
Her mouth turns down at the corners. “You said not to leave.”
I cock my head in confusion. “The hell? I said—” I break off, realizing what had just happened. Both these girls thought I meant Fleur should leave, not Rose, and the misunderstanding is why the blond girl is standing next to me and I’m watching Fleur’s hot ass disappear into the horizon.
Look at me deciphering social cues all on my own. Guess I don’t need my traitor sister after all. I tip my chin toward Rose and start to book it after Fleur, but by the time I arrive at the front of the house, the girl is already gone.
I send Smurf, the captain of the football team, a text.
Fleur digits
Not even a hello? How ya doin just raw doggin’ the chat?
If you don’t have it just say that
Man hold on there’s no number i don’t have but Fleur? There are easier, nicer, friendlier did I mention easier girls out there? Take Rose
Rose the typa girl to dump you if you got cut from the football team
Well yes but you’re not getting cut so it’s all good
I’ve more selfrespect and more game than to have to settle for someone like that
Ok ok i hear ya but Fleur? Like there’s a middle ground between Rose and Fleur. F’s got a wicked tongue and it’s not one she uses to make anyone feel good for real not even sure if she likes guys
I think of the spark in her eyes when she insults me and the kind expression she has when she talks to Sadie.
I’ll worry about that
Fine your funeral or lonely bed heh it’s a good metaphor right? Going to use that in my eng lit class and get Ms. Funnel’s panties wet
Smurf talks about Ms. Funnel more than he does about football. Sincerely hope he gets at least a little something from the good teach before high school ends. I’m worried that if he doesn’t, he might be a virgin for the rest of his life. I sign off with a salute emoji and wait for Smurf to send me Fleur’s number. Good to his word, the ten digits appear on my screen less than a minute later.
I text it immediately.
The you should go was not meant for you