Can I not get a break? I had Cassidy cornered, so to speak. She was going to speak. We could have gotten all this tutoring shit resolved. But no. Grace Honeycutt had to poke her fake nose into my business.
I don’t blame Cassidy for wanting to take a swing at her. And she just kept making it worse. Piling being an unwanted interloper with being homophobic and racist. I would have, too, if I was the type to hit a girl.
It’s on me that I got hurt. I was trying to restrain Cassidy. And well, that’s like trying to control a wildfire. You might get burned in your efforts. I can take a kick to the knee and even my nuts. I can’t take the look of panic on Cassidy’s face and the brief look of pure fear in those green eyes.
I don’t know what it is, but obviously, me restraining her set off some alarm bells in her head. And I’ll probably never know what those alarms are for. I rather doubt she’s going to share that with me.
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I tried to catch Cassidy at her locker before practice, but she was already slamming it shut, walking away when I got there. Fuck. Well, maybe I can catch her after practice. I mean, she’ll still be around for detention. So instead, I haul ass to the gym. We were down one player with Ben in New Orleans for his grandfather’s funeral. But that means one of our bench players gets a chance to play. Not that it matters since Ben will be back before next week’s game. “Did you get to talk to Frost at lunch?” Justin nodded his head in greeting. “No, he was having a private lunch with Riko. I’m not big on being the third wheel.” I shrugged and started to change into my practice gear. “Talk to me about what? Or since you said lunch, talk to Darius about what?” Frost called out as he tossed his bag on the bench next to me. Well, that confirms Darius is in my lunch period. And I’m pretty sure it’s Elijah in English. And so this is Forrest. “Oh, hey, m
Is this karma? Is the universe trying to punish me or teach me some deranged lesson? Whatever I did to piss the universe off… I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. Just could you maybe stop putting me in unwanted situations with Collin Cole? Please? No. Great. Good chat. I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the house as ordered. Thanks, mom. Not only did you make me be the one that looked away first, but you gave him my full name. Did you have to? I mean, I have no shame in my name. My middle name is an homage to Blaire, and it’s fantastic. But I don’t need my enemies to know my full name. In some cultures knowing someone’s true name, in this case, my full name gives you power over them. Collin may not be the last person I’d want to have power over me but he’s sure the fuck on the list. I glared at James, who was chomping into an apple. “Don’t look at me. He just gave me a ride home after practice.” My annoying br
The meeting with Cassidy actually went better than I expected it to. She didn’t kill me, and other than threatening, neither did her mom. It was strangely nice chilling in her living room. There wasn’t the usual animosity that she threw my way at school.We actually had a good talk. And Cassidy did make some good points. I should try talking to my parents about dropping the class. Why am I wasting my senior year taking a class I hate and don’t need?Another study hall would be more helpful, or I could take Psychology. That might actually be useful in what I want to do. I’m actually thinking about taking child psychology classes in college. I mean, I want to work with kids, so it would be beneficial.So as we sat down for dinner, I decided to take her advice, sans telling them to shove anything up their asses. “So, did you manage to get a tutoring schedule in place with Cassidy?” Mom questioned as she served up eggp
Riko, however, squeezed his forearm, and bam, the angry giant, was tamed. “I suppose that’s true. Thankfully I am a detail-oriented person. I have too much respect for each of them to call them by the wrong name or just call them Frost like a blanket name.” she smiled.“Ooo, burn.” Isaiah smiled, offering his fist to her. Riko seemed confused at first, so Darius lifted her hand and helped her fist bump.The table all laughed as Riko blushed. Seriously, where is this girl from? She’s too damn adorable. And somehow not only managed to tame the Frost boys, but she’s got Cassidy in her corner.“Sorry, not used to the idea of fist bumps,” she admitted shyly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There’s plenty of things that my brothers and I will teach you.” Darius winked, making her blush brighter. “Stop it, Darius.” she nudged him with her elbow.“Is he always li
All-day Wednesday, I dreaded Collin trying to talk to me at school. Sure I hoped he wouldn’t because our business was concluded. No more reason to talk at school. I only have to deal with him twice a week after school. Given all of that. Why am I disappointed as I get on the bus with Riko after a day where he didn’t say a word to me or, from what I noticed, looked at me? What is wrong with my brain? I should be happy. I should be fucking ecstatic. I went a whole day without hearing his mouth. He’s just another douchebag jock who leverages athletic accomplishments to climb the caste system that is high school to sleep with as many girls as he can. He’s the enemy. ‘Is he? Or are you judging him without knowing him? Are you profiling him because of Brant? Keeping him at arm’s length or further to protect yourself from your own unresolved issues?’ I sighed as I slumped into the bucket seat. Great, I’m hearing my therapist in my h
When Zach called me up asking me to hang out, I was down. I’m all for hanging out with my friends even if I’m exhausted from work. It’s the good kind of exhausted, like after a game. So I picked him and Justin up and met up with other guys at A4cade. Everything was great. Enjoying some sodas, snacks, friends, and arcade games. A hell of a way to spend a Wednesday night. Or it was until Brant Jones showed up. The smug fucker crashed our night, and of course, most of the guys were cool with it. Me, I was seething. Brant shows up and then insists we go somewhere else. He apparently booked an hour at Key To Amaze, the VR place. And while I have nothing against playing VR games, I have a lot against spending any time around Brant Jones. But everyone else was down, and I go along since I’m Justin and Zach’s ride. It’s getting late as I’m following the others from the arcade. I frown as I watch Brant’s car, and then the other car I’m follow
What the hell just came over me? I intended to just clean him up and get some ice on his hand. That’s it. End of story. It was supposed to end there. So why the fuck am I kissing him? I can’t blame him. He didn’t start this. I mean, unless I can blame him for being surprisingly awesome, badass, and hot. Can I blame him for that? Use that to explain this away? No, that wouldn’t be fair. I own my actions. For a second, I worried I totally read all this wrong. And that I was now one of those dumb girls and asshole people who kiss someone that doesn’t want to be kissed. But just as I was going to pull away and apologize for my mistake, he started kissing back. It was tentative like he was afraid. Is he afraid I’m going to kick his ass? If so, why? Does he think I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t kiss me? I don’t want this kiss to be like that. I don’t want anything about this to be forced on either of us. His lips were following my lead, certainly some
This woman is going to make me pull my hair out. I’m getting whiplash with this hot and cold. And I want to be mad at her. I want to throw it back at her, but I can’t. She’s been through something, something that left her scarred in ways I can’t begin to imagine. And so, however, she feels even if it changes direction faster than the wind, I can’t fault her. And she’s right. It was easier to believe his story when she and Brant broke up. That they hooked up, and she thought it meant more than it did. It wasn’t the first situation like that among guys I know. Look at Jane and how she’s about Darius, and he wasn’t even her first. So yeah, it was easier to write it off. To believe Brant that Cassidy was just another clinger. Even if, at my core, I couldn’t fully buy it. Nothing about Cassidy Summers ever made me think she’s a clinger. If anything, she always seemed the indifferent type. The one to dump a guy leaving him broken.<