The QB’s Nerdy Addiction
A honey-sweet voice rings out the second I break past the tree line.
I don’t bother with a reply. I try to keep walking instead, only for Shawn’s booming voice to stop me dead in my tracks.
“Leave her, babe,” he laughs. “You know what a nerd she is. She doesn’t have the guts to leave her granny shell anyway.”
The cruel laughter that follows has my fists clenching. That’s it. I’ve had enough.
Blood boiling, I turn around slowly. The party is still going strong around us, but the main bonfire circle has settled down. And sitting right in the center, perched smugly on Shawn’s lap, is Cherry.