Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He takes the ball out of the thing and puts his fingers in the holes.
“Show us what you’ve got,” Blake says.
They glare at each other, and some kind of hidden message passes between these two idiots.
Why do they suddenly hate each other? Did I miss part of the conversation?
“What are you fucking looking at?” Blake sneers.
“Your ugly face,” Gregory snaps back.
Uh-oh, shit’s turning south here.
“Yeah, well, don’t bother.”
Kayla drops her head to hide her smile . . . I swear to god, stop laughing, stupid.
“What is your problem?” Gregory spits.
Blake stands, and he and Gregory come face to face. “You’re my fucking problem.”
“You don’t like the fact that”—Gregory smiles darkly—“I’m just about to kick your ass at bowling.”
What the hell?
“Yeah, well . . . maybe I’m just about to kick your ass in the parking lot.” Blake pushes Gregory in the chest, and Gregory pushes him back.
“Stop it,” I snap.
Blake pushes Gregory again, and Gregory steps back. His huge, goofy bowling shoes get caught, and he stumbles back and trips over onto the floor.
“Blake,” I stammer. “What are you doing?”
“Get out.”
We all look up to see the manager of the bowling alley standing over us. She points at Blake, then at the door. “You have one minute to leave the premises, or I’m calling the police.”
Blake looks between us.
“Now!” she yells.
Blake gasps. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I’ve been watching you two the entire time,” the manager says. “Both of you, get out.”
“Sorry,” Kayla whispers.
Blake collects his things, and he and Kayla storm out as I stare after them.
“Are you going to help me up?” Gregory calls from the floor.
I look down to the giant dork in the long socks being all dramatic on the ground.
Ugh . . . Do I have to?
Fury—has there ever been a more toxic emotion?
I sit on my front steps with my coffee and watch as the sun comes up over the houses. But today, the sun isn’t golden. It doesn’t have a warm glow, and I most definitely am not basking in it.
Today, the sky is red.
Blake purposely upset me last night. It wasn’t an accident; it was a planned attack.
He was all over Kayla, which is whatever; he can do whatever he wants to do. But to blatantly be mean to Gregory and bait him into fighting?
What the hell?
This isn’t even the first time that he’s crossed the boundary. What about when he punched out John just for daring to knock on my door? I don’t know what’s going on with him lately, but it’s not good enough.
I’m so off him.
I wouldn’t put up with this from one of my other friends, so why am I putting up with it from Blake?
I hear his door, and I glance up to see him walk out the front of his house. He’s wearing his gray suit and tie and looks all handsome and professional for work. He’s holding his coffee cup in his hand and seems totally unaffected by the theatrics of last night.
Something comes over me, and before I can stop myself, I’m striding over to his house.
He glances up and gives me a slow, sexy smile, and I just want to slap it from his smart-aleck face.
“How dare you?” I growl.
He puts his weight onto his back foot, as if shocked by my venom. “Good morning, Rebecca,” he says casually as he puts his briefcase into the back seat.
“Do not good morning me,” I growl.
It’s then that I notice there is a small suitcase in his back seat.
“Where are you going?” I snap.
“A business conference, not that it’s any of your business.” He puts his hands on his hips. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t dare act as if you don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Nope, can’t say that I do.”
Steam shoots from my ears. “Then let me spell it out for you, dumbo. You are a rude pig who has absolutely no boundaries.”
“No boundaries?”
“That’s right.”
“I think I would know if I had no boundaries.”
“You were too busy falling all over your date in a ridiculously over-the-top public display of affection to notice anything.”
“Are you jealous?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No. I’m not jealous of you and her. What I am is fed up.”
“I don’t like him. He’s not the man for you,” he snaps angrily.
“I don’t like him either,” I spit. “And I’m beginning to realize that perhaps there isn’t a man for me at all, because I thought I could count on you, but obviously now you’re proving that I can’t even do that.”
His eyes hold mine, but he remains silent.
“Well?” I put my hands on my hips. “What’s your excuse for being such an arrogant asshole last night?”
“I don’t need an excuse,” he replies calmly.
“Poor Kayla. She was so embarrassed by your behavior last night.”
“Ha.” He rolls his eyes. “I don’t care what Kayla thinks.”