Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Whatever, asshole.” She helps Georgia to her feet. This time being called an asshole hits differently. Fuck, she’s beautiful, and I am at a loss for words momentarily. “Come on,” the girl tells Georgia. “Watch it.” I am dumbstruck when she snaps her teeth at me. “I bite,” she warns. My dick jerks in my pants as lust hits me, pissing me off. It’s a reaction no girl has ever evoked from me before.
I watch the girls head off, but not before the dark-haired girl does a spin to face me, flipping me off before giving me her back again. My eyes drop to her ass.
Who the fuck is this chick, and who does she think she is? I grab the back of my neck and squeeze. The array of emotions I have is abnormal. I don’t like it.
I only grow more irritated about this and thankful when practice starts so I can work it out of my system. Today is easier than normal because of the rally. It’s supposed to be for the school as a whole and people returning, but its focus is football. Everyone tries to pretend that hockey doesn’t have a chokehold around here when it does.
“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” Grant pulls off his helmet, and I see that he too is now irritated.
“Don’t think I’ve heard you curse before.”
“Yeah, because when I do, you’ll pay fucking attention.” He’s got me there. “You don’t want to go to this rally that badly you’re throwing a fit?” I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m throwing a fit, am I?
“I want to go,” I say, surprising myself.
Grant’s brows rise in shock. “You take a hit to the head or something that I’m not aware of?” He’s serious.
“Don’t be a dick.” I can’t blame him for questioning me. I have no fucking clue why those words left my mouth. Well, maybe I have a little inkling, but I’m not ready to admit it. Not even to myself.
“Right, being a dick is your thing.” He starts to skate off. “We’ll go together,” he calls back at me.
“I don’t need a fucking date!”
“Not a date,” he calls back. “A chaperone.” I jerk my head toward Coach. Did they put Grant on my ass? Those motherfuckers. It’s not a bad play on their end, but also, they can all go fuck themselves.
I head back to the locker room to do a quick soak before I shower and make my way to my room. Grant is already there. I change, taking more time than usual to pick out my clothing. Which is dumb as fuck because it’s jeans and a shirt. I grab a baseball cap and toss it on.
“You couldn’t wait for me?” Grant says as he jogs to catch up to me.
“We’re not friends,” I remind him.
“I’m starting to think I’m the closest thing you’ve got to a friend.” I don’t bother responding, but that doesn’t stop his ass from talking. “We going to be early? You’re never on time.”
“Are you keeping tabs on me?”
“I have eyes and ears. Coach is loud when he’s screaming.” He’s always screaming. I don’t know if he has any other tone than that.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at the center of the school grounds, where there is a giant fountain. All around it are our tables. People often hang here between classes or lunch. This place might be a high school, but it operates more like a college campus.
My eyes scan the faces of all the people that have already arrived. I spot Caleb on the stage that is typically set up here during events. I don’t know who enjoys attention more, Caleb or Lana, who is on the stage with him. She leads the dumbass Ice Crew.
There is nothing more annoying and pointless than the Ice Crew, but I appear to be the only one that believes that. It doesn’t take me long to spot the girl I ran into earlier standing at the other end of the stage with the rest of the crew. I ball my hands into fists at my side when I get a full sweep of her. The fuck is she wearing? I shouldn’t be shocked she’s on the Ice Crew with how she spoke to me, but I was a dick.
As pissed as I was about my run-in with her, when she started to run her mouth, I’d gotten hard as fuck. My reaction to her not only pissed me off but also left me on edge. There are still lingering effects. I need to stay away from her, but that’s not me. Now I can’t help but be curious about her.
“Has that always been the Ice Crew uniform?” I find myself asking.
“I know we’ve gotten close enough where it feels like we’ve known each other for years.” Grant’s hand comes down on my shoulder. I pull my attention away from the girl who’s holding too much of it to stare at his hand on me. “But it’s only been a few weeks, and this is my first year.”