Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
It’s fucking ridiculous. The weird squeaky girl was coming at me, so I didn’t bother to even respond. My focus is on one thing and one thing only. There’s no time for their immature nonsense. I have my own crazy, obsessive nonsense to handle.
I’m not a fan of random-ass people touching me. My eyes search the crowd, and it only takes me half a second to lock in on my girl. Her back is to me, but she’s still wearing my shirt. I can’t fucking help but smile. Kinsley knows she belongs to me even if she’s pissed off.
I swear she must feel my eyes on her because she starts to turn, her gaze locking with mine. For a brief moment, her mouth starts to turn up into a smile, then it quickly drops away. Instead, it forms a straight line as she whips her attention back around as if I’m not here at all.
Blair, however, is facing Kinsley and talking to her. She notices me, but her expression doesn’t change. I'm sure she's not shocked to see me here. In the few days since I stopped pretending to the world Kinsley wasn't mine, I have made it real clear now what she is to me, out in the open for all to know.
“Bunny.” I place my hand on her hip behind her. My girl jabs an elbow at me. I fake a grunt. If she wants to take her anger out on me, all right. I’ll take that shit. Don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t take that she gave me.
"Ope." She spins around. "Did I really hurt you?" Concern shows on her face, but it melts quickly. "Or are you lying again?" She sounds pissed, but I don't miss the hurt there either.
“We don’t lie to each other,” I remind her.
“Oh, whatever.” Her nose does that adorable scrunch that helped seal the nickname I’d given her long ago in my head.
“Hey.” I lean down closer. “I didn’t lie.”
“You, ah—” She licks her lips, her eyes flicking to mine. I can tell she’s tipsy, maybe drunk. But I can also tell she’s thinking about me kissing her, too. “Well, you just, like, stepped around it. You made the words fit so it wasn't a ‘lie.’” Kinsley does air quotes with her fingers. “You were coming to this party and left that right out.”
“I did leave it out.”
“See!”
“I was going to tell you when I got back home. I found a few things out and wasn't laying it out over text.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“When have I lied to you? And I’m going to tell you everything. Then you’ll see I wasn’t trying to hide anything.” Her eyes search my face.
“Why do you have to be so handsome?” she huffs. “I just want to eat up your story and believe every word that comes out of that perfect mouth of yours.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll prove it.” We’re still new, and with my family’s reputation, whether it’s true or not, that lingers around the city and the hallways of Golden Prep. I have to understand that.
In time, she’ll see. I can tell her that till I’m blue in the face, but showing her will mean everything. Her parents are full of broken promises that they never live up to. People who are supposed to love her are so easily forgetting about her.
Some might say I shouldn’t have to deal with that issue. I hadn’t caused that, so why should I have to deal with the blowback from it? It’s not that simple. My family has strange demons, and everyone isn’t all there. I’m not sure one of my female cousins isn’t a complete sociopath. We still love her sociopathic ass and deal.
“Blair did say you never come to these things, but the few I’ve gone to, you were there.”
“Exactly.” I point it out to my girl.
Blair snaps her fingers. “That math adds up now.”
“What?” Kinsley's brows pull together in confusion. Definitely tipsy. I can smell the sugary tartness on her lips. I have to fight the urge to take a taste for myself, but I know now is not the time.
“Babe, I only went to those parties because you were there. Tonight would have been the only time I’ve come to one without you being here.”
Except maybe freshman year before I met her, but that was also only a couple of times at the start of the year and more about trying to bond with the teammates.
“Really?” She peers up at me through her lashes vulnerably.
“Really. It’s only you.”
“You know that it’s stalkerish to keep tabs on me.” She doesn’t seem bothered by it in the least. Actually, by the looks of it, I would say she rather enjoys my stalker tendencies.
“Well, you keep tabs on everyone. I just do it on you.” Kinsley snorts a laugh because we both know it’s not the same.