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)
Instead of an immediate response like I’m used to, the phone screen is dead. I shake the device thinking that maybe it’s broken, but no, there’s no reply. There aren’t even the three dots to indicate that she’s in the process of texting me back. I frown. This isn’t how things go for me.
I blame this on the Chosen One. Ever since I moved to this town and found out about him, he’s been a thorn in my side. Like instead of living in my own house in town with Sadie and my parents, I’m living in this glorified McMansion on the edge of town away from civilization. Dad—my not-bio one that raised me for seventeen years—says that it’s all about the land, but I really could care less. Everything requires a car around here and takes twenty minutes to get to. I like to be around lights and noise and places to eat.
I need to get out of here.
Twenty-five minutes later and one lengthy text exchange with Smurf where I threaten to end him by cutting off his dick and pasting it unicorn-style onto his helmet, I’m sitting outside of Fleur’s apartment complex. It’s one of those walk-up ones with the stairs on the outside and no entry doorman. Looks unsafe. I’m not a fan.
That said, it’s way easier for me to access her place. It’s on the third floor. No wonder she’s fit if she has to climb these steps a couple times every day. I knock hard. No one answers. I ring the doorbell. Twice. Still nothing.
Is it possible she’s not home?
I wonder where she would go. I don’t know much about her. Not where she hangs out, what she likes to eat or who her friends are. I just know she has a sharp tongue and that whenever I’m around her, she’s got flint in her eye like she wants to fight—or fuck. Either one turns me on. If I have to survive in this new town, in this new school, on a new football team, I should be allowed one treat, and I’ve decided that it’s going to be Fleur. I like her, and what I like, I get.
Chapter
Three
FLEUR
Istare at my phone wondering how the hell Van got my number. Did Sadie give it to him? I find that hard to believe. Sadie is pretty straightlaced. I haven’t known her for long, but I’m pretty good at reading people. She would ask first, but still, if anyone knows that you can’t trust people, it’s me. The two I’m supposed to have faith in both suck. I haven’t the slightest clue who my sperm donor is, and my mom is often in another world.
The woman is in her forties and is more boy crazy than a teenage girl. She always has a new boyfriend. One that she puts before everything else, including me. It used to upset me, but I’ve grown immune to it at this point. Her latest, however, has stuck around longer than the others. The crazy thing is that it’s not even that they just drop her. She’s the one who ends up cheating. Chasing the rush of the next crush. Richard at least has money. That’s a step up. What I don’t understand is why they are always hanging here and not at his place. It has to beat our shitty apartment.
Stupidly, I check my phone again to see if Van sent me another text, but it’s still only the one. I don’t understand why he bothered to text me to begin with. To tell me he didn't tell me to leave. Does it matter? Van and I aren’t going to be cuddling up anytime soon. I don’t think he would be the cuddling type. I wonder if Sadie found out what happened and made him apologize. That would make more sense than him just randomly texting me.
Damn it. Then maybe she did give him my number. That might be the one reason. I fire off a text to her to ask. She responds right away.
I didn’t give him your number. He texted you?
You tell him I mixed his room up with a bathroom?
Did I lie to my brother? No
Sadie is busy
I roll my eyes knowing Dunc sent the last text. He really is smitten. All the girls' hearts at school are going to break, but most already have their eyes on Van. Why do all the girls want the boys that don’t give them the time of day? It sends them all into a frenzy. I would think it was some long game, but Dunc isn’t playing any games. He only has eyes for Sadie.
There is no way I’m going to be one of those girls. I’ve already checked my phone five times since Van texted. To make sure I don’t do something stupid and text him back, I decided to delete the message so that I don’t have his number. It’s for the best. Temptation is now gone.