Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Uh, because I wanted to workout here… where all the really hot guys are,” she stated, sarcasm laced in her voice.
I laughed. “But what about Trace?”
Her eyes did a slight roll. “I was going to get to that.” She briefly chewed on her bottom lip. “We…broke up this morning.”
“What?! Why?”
She pursed her lips, and after dropping her gym bag she said, “I hate him. That’s why.”
I knew that response was nothing but a load of bullshit. There was no doubt that she loved Trace, even when he was boastful and sharp-tongued. She always put up with him.
“Oh, man.” We walked through the double doors where the stationary bikes were and I placed my water bottle in the bike with the nearest cup holder. “What did he do now? I swear you two are like cats and dogs.”
“No, Jen, this is the last straw. I swear. I’m so done with him.” She waved a hand to dismiss the comment I left in the air. “I saw that moron talking to Greta Wheeler at the bonfire. You know, the one that loves to suck every guy’s cock in the boys’ bathroom for fun?”
“So what?” I frowned.
“So what!? Jen, she had her hands all over him. Touching him when she laughed”—she reached forward, her face full of disgust as she pretended to be Greta, running her hand over my shoulder. Jerking away, she said, “I heard her cackling like a fucking hyena the entire time I was talking to Brandy, and it got so annoying that I had to look back to see what she was laughing so hard about… and what do I see? My fucking boyfriend chatting it up with the school slut!” She grimaced as she climbed on the seat of one of the stationary bikes, gripping the handles.
“I mean, it wouldn’t have been so bad if he weren’t so close to her, laughing with her, when I had specifically told him to stay away from that slutbucket at all costs, but he didn’t listen to me. He disobeyed. If you want to be my boyfriend, you do not disobey.” She side-eyed me as I climbed on top of my bike next, tucking the loose strands of her brown and blond ombre hair behind her ears.
“What are you, his mom?” I laughed.
“No, I’m his girl—was his girlfriend of ten months and he couldn’t respect that. But whatever.” She sat up straight. “I don’t care right now because my parents are out of town and I’m throwing a big-ass party tonight. That’s why I dragged you out here, so we could discuss it. Everyone is going to come, including Braxton Pine. He’s always had a thing for me. I think I’ll take him up on it. I’m sending a text as soon as we get out of here. And when I say everyone, Jenny, I mean everyone.” Her voice went deep as she said the last word.
“Ugh… another party. Really?” I groaned, watching as the female instructor sauntered into the room with two water bottles and placed them in front of the window ahead of us. “Why can’t we just have a sleepover and sneak some of your mom’s wine again?”
“Because we only do that when we’re both in the dumps, Jen. But you’re fine and I’d hate to bring your mood down so a party it is and you have to come. Please!” she begged, poking her bottom lip out to pout. “I will literally cry if you don’t. I need you! I need someone that will get drunk with me. You can spend the night if you want, I don’t mind at all. You know this.”
“Yeah, but my parents have this big ‘books and tea’ brunch thing they want me to attend tomorrow morning. I don’t want to be hungover while also being dragged there.” I sighed, annoyed just thinking about the brunch.
“Oh, psshh. You won’t. We’ll have a few drinks and then I’ll let you go to catch some sleep. Though, I don’t think you’ll want to get any sleep with the type of party I plan on having. I’m talking bottles of white and brown everywhere. A ton of pot and a shitload of beer. Loud-ass music and lots of people. It’s going to be the party of the fucking year.”
“And all this you planned in one day?” My voice held a hint of sarcasm as I cocked a brow in her direction.
“Shit, the best parties are the ones that are unplanned.” The instructor told us to turn on our machines and once that was done, Kylie said, “Don’t worry. It will be fun… and you can totally bring lover boy over there to keep you company.” She pointed through the glass window ahead with a manicured fingernail—the window that gave view to most of the gym members—and when I looked where she was pointing, I spotted Drake.