Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Shaking my head, I leave the room and head to the parking lot.
“Hey, you!” a girl calls, rushing across the parking lot and straight for me.
“Uh, hi!” I scratch at the back of my head, unsure of who she is. She’s a blonde with a huge rack. Most likely, someone I’ve slept with.
A frown appears on her lips. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I shake my head and force a grin. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t.”
“Maybe we can get reacquainted?” She wiggles her eyebrows and takes a step forward, placing her hand on my chest. I look down at her hand. For the first time in a long time, I’m not in the mood to screw someone.
“I’ll take a rain check, got shit to do,” I say, taking a step back. Her hand drops back down to her side, and she looks up at me, confused.
“She broke you. Ice queen broke you.”
Here we go again.
“No one broke me. Is it that impossible to think that I don’t want to fuck you?”
Okay, that was harsh, but I’m done with the taunting. I need to find a way to get even with Blair, even more so now than ever before.
“Whatever,” the girl huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It’s your loss anyway.”
“Sure,” I mumble under my breath and climb into my truck.
I’m just going to forget this whole day ever happened and start over tomorrow, that’s the best thing to do. The drive home seems to take forever, and when I pull into the condo I share with Murphy, I find a bunch of cars parked out on the street, letting me know that half of the team is here, probably already drunk.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
As expected, I walk in to find five of my friends and teammates already three sheets to the wind. Normally, I don’t drink on the weekdays because of practice and grades, but today I need a fucking beer. I need something to wash away the memory of my mistakes, and the nerdy virgin.
“There you are! What did Coach want?” Murphy questions just as I step over the threshold.
“I need a drink first.” I drop my bags next to the door on my way to the kitchen.
“Fine, meet in the living room,” Murphy gives me a chin nod, “I need to hear all the juicy details.” He rubs his hands together. Rolling my eyes, I walk into the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge before joining the others in the living room.
My ass has barely hit the leather couch before I start talking. “Short story. My grades are shit. He set me up with a tutor. I went to the library to meet them and guess who is supposed to tutor me?” A lazy grin appears on my lips.
“Please tell me it’s the nerd from the party.” Murphy beams. “Please…”
“Yup, it’s her, all right.” The whole room erupts into laughter. The only one not joining in is me. I don’t feel like cracking so much as a smile.
“Oh no, did she ice you again?” Daniels yells.
“Cage Wilder finally found his match. The one girl he can’t have,” Ian taunts.
“I could have her if I wanted to.” I crack open my beer and take a drink.
“So you keep saying, but I doubt that. There is no way you can get this girl on team Wilder.” I know he’s drunk and is only trying to fuck with me, but I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and can’t do today. I want to do something for myself.
Lifting a thick brow, I pin him with a glare. “Want to bet on that?”
Murphy rubs at his chin and looks between us before turning back to me. “I tell you what, Wilder. If you can get that ice queen to fall for you, we will never talk about the beer incident again, and of course, more importantly, you’ll get bragging rights.”
A full fucking grin appears on my lips.
“Consider it done. I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger before you know it. You just wait. Watch and learn, boys.” I chug the rest of my beer and crush the can in my hand.
Blair Jensen is mine.
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Blair
I always thought being invisible sucked. All my life I’ve been the odd one out. I never really had many friends, and most people usually ignored me. I decided long ago that having my nose stuck in a book was much more fun than dealing with other people’s drama.
It did, however, leave me lonely, especially when it came to college. Still, I wish now more than ever, that people would just forget about me. That I could go back to being just another girl on campus. Ever since the party, people have been staring at me everywhere I go, whispering when I pass by. Laughing and smiling as if there is some inside joke that I’m not a part of.