Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
It was everything we’d been.
Everything I’d lost.
“Part of you will always be my girl, Lola.” His hand dropped from my face, and he took a hesitant step back. “Even if you’re not.”
And with that, he turned and left.
Chapter 11
HENDRIX
It had been a week since I had kissed Lola in Kyle’s bathroom, excuse me, in sack-of-shit Kyle’s bathroom. Even though she wasn’t riding his dick, he still helped her lie to me. She was still staying at his house. Showering in his shower with her Country Peach soap. And what a long, shitty week it had been because I could no longer deny that I wasn’t over her.
I stared up at the bright light of the 7-11, finally acknowledging I’d become my worst nightmare—a weakling, mesmerized by the dancing snakes of my Medusa, and I hated myself for it.
My heart may as well be a litter box for her to crap on, left, right, and center, and that had to change. And change it would, tonight at our party. I’d take the first distraction who batted eyes at me and get her to suck that Medusa venom straight out of the fresh bite.
Wolf shoved open the 7-11 door. “We’ve only got enough cash for a case.”
And a case wouldn’t be enough for Bell’s going away party. My attention drifted to the new, unknowing young clerk who stood behind it, smiling at me and popping her gum.
That was a set of thirsty eyes, which meant, like hell, we were only getting one case of beer or using my shitty fake ID.
I skirted down the candy aisle after Wolf. “Man, how many cases do you think you can get out in two minutes?”
“What?”
“I’m going to distract that clerk.” I jerked my chin toward the front of the convenience store. “You steal the beer.”
“What? No!” He frowned, glancing around the shelves of lollipops. “I’ll distract her.”
“She was giving me thirsty eyes. She doesn’t want your stumpy ass.” I pointed at the beer fridge. “You get it.”
“So I can go to jail?”
“You aren’t going to jail for stealing beer unless you get caught.”
He glanced up at the ceiling, looking for cameras.
“One possible night in the slammer, dickweed, for the chance at free beer.”
God, I didn’t have patience for this. People would be at my house in two hours, and this nervous cumstain was looking for cameras.
I swore to God I was surrounded by a bunch of pussies. Bellamy whined about being late to see Drew. Wolf whined about stealing beer.
“Are you even Dayton, Wolf?” I asked, lifting a brow before I started down the aisle to the register.
I stepped out from behind a display of Kit-Kats, my player smile in full force, swagger in each step, but the closer I got to the counter, that Lola venom started to sting. Her perfect face popped to mind, and the idea of even flirting with this girl…
I mumbled, “Litter box,” then glanced to the surveillance mirror in the corner.
Wolf was already halfway down the aisle with two cases of beer tucked under his armpits, a bumpy outline around his waist where he’d evidently crammed more cans down his pants.
All I had to do was move in a little closer, twirl a piece of her hair around my finger, and tell her how hot I thought she was. Simple. Easy. Definitely worth the free beer.
I leaned over the counter. Medusa. This was complete and utter bullshit. If I didn’t man the hell up, the second that bell jingled, Wolf was screwed.
Clenching my jaw, I dragged my gaze over the clerk’s orange and purple work shirt. Distraction came in many forms, and while flirting had been my go-to, I was also a magician when it came to confusing the hell out of someone…
“Orange is really your color,” I said, and she smiled. All I had to say was that it brought out the color of her eyes or some other terrible pick-up line. But I couldn’t even muster the ability to do that. So, what did I settle on? “And I really have a thing for Oompa Loompas.”
That smile dropped like a turd from a rhino. Then the bell over the door dinged.
Shit! Just as her attention swung toward the front, I jumped in the opposite direction of the door and threw up my arms. “Oompa Loompa, doompity da. If you have a pussy, you will go far. You can…ride a…co-o-o-ck, too. Like the Oompa Loompa, duppity do.” I utilized jazz hands for the grand finale, and while she was definitely distracted…What in the actual hell had Lola Stevens reduced me to? A jazz-hand-flinging, Willy Wonka-singing ballbag instead of a motherfucking player.
I shot out of the door, booking it to the pumps.
Wolf glanced over the roof of his truck. One of his bushy eyebrows lifted. “Did I just see you…” He threw his hands up and wiggled his fingers on a cackle. “That whiffle ball bat injury really screwed you up, dude.”