Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” Rebel replied. She looked at Bishop. “My mom’s a nurse.”
“I heard that,” Bishop replied easily. “She seems like a good one.”
“A really good one,” Rebel agreed. “She should be a doctor but she had me and I took up too much time.”
“Please,” I said with a laugh. “If your mom wanted to be a doctor, she’d be one by now.”
Reb looked at me in surprise.
“She knows the nurses run everything,” I said with a smile. “Why would she want to be a damn doctor?”
“I bet you were an easy kid,” Bishop said to Reb. “Not like me, I was a menace.”
“My mom said that I was so perfect that she and my dad decided they didn’t want me to overshadow any other kids they had,” Rebel said with a shrug. “But I heard them talking once and I think they tried to have more but they couldn’t.”
I stood there for a second, stunned. I hadn’t known that Rebel had even thought about siblings.
“Sometimes that happens,” Bishop said, nodding. “I’m an only child, too.”
“Did your mom want more kids?” Rebel asked curiously.
“You know,” Bishop paused, thinking it over. “I’m not sure. She died when I was pretty young so I don’t think we ever talked about it.”
“That’s really sad,” Rebel replied, her voice hoarse.
“It was,” Bishop agreed. “But I think she was happy with the kid she got, even though I was probably a pain in the ass.”
Rebel smiled. “I bet my mom would love you, too, even if you’re a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah,” Bishop said with a chuckle. “She seems like the type.”
“And Charlie’s mom can be your new mom when you get married. She likes pain in the ass kids.”
“Rebel,” I sputtered, my eyes wide.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Bishop said seriously.
“Oh my god, Reb,” I said, gaping like a fish. “We’re not getting married!”
“Not yet,” she said easily.
“We’re not even dating,” I argued.
“Why not?” Rebel asked Bishop.
“She’s too busy for me,” Bishop replied.
“Stay out of this,” I ordered.
“She asked me a question.”
“You should just be her boyfriend,” Rebel said simply. “Then she won’t be too busy for you.”
“You’re saying I need to commit?” Bishop asked, all serious, nodding his head.
“Probably,” Rebel replied. “Yes.”
“Jesus Christ,” I spat, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m going inside. You two can talk this out yourselves.”
“She’s mad,” Rebel told Bishop. “But don’t worry, Charlie never stays mad for very long.”
“I don’t stay mad at you,” I clarified as I stomped away. “I can hold a grudge against anyone else forever.”
Chapter 10
Bishop
“I should probably follow her, huh?” I asked Rebel as we watched Charlie stomp away.
“I’m going to call Wesley back and tell him she’s okay,” Rebel replied. “He was really worried.”
I nodded as she pulled out her phone and then headed for Charlie. For once, the forecourt was pretty deserted and I caught up with her before she’d even reached the picnic tables by the front door.
“Quit pouting,” I said as I came up beside her.
“I’m not marrying you.”
“Don’t remember asking.”
“I’m not dating you either!”
“Don’t remember asking,” I repeated.
Charlie came to an abrupt stop and turned toward me. “I don’t have time,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not fucking with you, I literally have no time in the day to deal with any kind of relationship.”
“You feel like I’ve been pressurin’ you for one?” I asked in confusion.
“No,” she spat, throwing her hands in the air. “You don’t ask for anything!”
“Not sure what the problem is.”
“Everyone else is all, he’s so dreamy and go get him, tiger!”
“Take it up with them,” I said with a laugh. Honestly, it was kind of flattering. “You asked for space and I gave it.”
“I know,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Charlie,” I said, smiling at her frustration. “You wanna hang out, I’m down. You wanna crawl in bed with me, I’m down. You want a relationship, hell, I’d be down with that too. What do you want?”
“I want to have sex with you,” she muttered. “Pretty much all the time.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She said it so reluctantly. Like she was embarrassed or something. I’d never seen her embarrassed before.
“Cool,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. “Should we leave now, or—?”
“I can’t leave my own party,” she said with a short laugh.
“Tonight then.”
“Yeah?”
“Start drinkin’ soda, and then yeah.”
“You’re saying I can’t drink at my own graduation party?”
“Drink all you want,” I replied. “I’m sayin’ if you want me to fuck you tonight, you’ll be sober when I take you home.”
“You’re a real bummer, you know that?”
“Not into sloppy drunk sex,” I replied easily.
“Who said I’m sloppy when I drink?”
“I bet you’re a hell of a good time when you drink,” I countered. “But I don’t fuck anyone who’s not sober.”
“Hmmm,” she said, her hands on her hips. “Seems like there’s a story there.”