Hated You Then Read online M. Robinson (Love Hurts Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Love Hurts Duet Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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My eyes widened, thinkin’ of Jackson smokin’ pot.

“Yeah, I think they are,” she added.

She was right, they were. It was right in his hand.

Before I knew what I was doin’, my feet were stompin’ their way over to him. Snatchin’ the joint from his fingers.

“The fuck, Grem—”

Crudely, I turned and walked straight to the garbage can. Tossin’ it where it belonged instead.

By the time I spun back around, Jackson was in my face. Roarin’, “What the fuck?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is right! What are ya doin’?”

“Mind your own business, Harley.”

“No! I will not! Why are you smokin’?”

“Why do you care?”

“Cuz your momma! That’s why!”

He immediately gripped onto my arm, draggin’ me a little further down the beach where we couldn’t be heard. Once we were alone from pryin’ eyes, I tore my arm away and gave him a piece of my mind.

“Why do you wanna be a stoner?”

“A stoner? Smokin’ pot a few times doesn’t make me a stoner. Plus, I got more in my pocket.”

“A few times? You’ve smoked before? Why do you have more of it?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to mind your own fuckin’ business, Harley?”

“As many times needed for you not to smoke weed!”

He stepped toward me, loomin’. “Stop fuckin’ yelling at me.”

“Somebody has to!” I pushed him. “You’re better than that, Jackson Pierce! Don’t fall for peer pressure like your stupid ass jock friends do!”

“Fuck off!”

I shoved him again.

“Harley...”

“Don’t ‘Harley’ me!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jackson! Why would you trigger anythin’ in your mind that could bring on demen—”

He bit, kickin’ up the sand, “Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Harley.”

“No, I won’t! This is stupid! You’re bein’ stupid! What do you havta prove to anyone? You’re the star quarterback, every girl wants ya. You’re already a legend in this town cuz of your arm,” I reminded, shovin’ him as hard as I could that time.

“Stop fuckin’ pushing me,” he snarled through a clenched jaw.

“No! You deserve it!” I went to shove him again, but he grabbed my arms, turnin’ me so my back was to his front.

“Stop being a fuckin’ brat, before I really give you something to bitch about!”

I didn’t hesitate, liftin’ my foot up to kick him in his balls but he blocked it. Holdin’ onto me tighter.

“You really need to learn how to control that short Jameson fuse, baby girl.” He tugged me closer to his chest. “I wasn’t smoking.”

“But you had a joint in your hand.”

“Did you see me bring it up to my mouth?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t. You have both your parents at home. Go home, Harley. You don’t belong here. Don’t make me text your daddy.”

I gasped, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me again and watch how fast I send him every last video I have of you.”

“Why would you be so evil? What other videos do you have?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Jackson, this is bullshit. I’m just tryin’ to protect you from doin’ somethin’ stupid.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

I jerked back. I wasn’t expectin’ him to admit that.

“So, then you do like me?”

“Go. Home. Now.” With that he let me go, turned and walked back toward his friends.

“I hate you!” I spewed to his back, watchin’ him walk away.

Thinkin’ to myself, I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth for what I was truly feelin’.

“You have me, Jackson. You’re not alone. Cuz you got me.”

Sincerely meanin’ it...

With each part of my confused, torn heart.

<>Jackson<>

I went home shortly after Harley left, wanting to put my plan into action.

Harley didn’t have a fuckin’ clue, and I wasn’t going to allow her temper tantrum to deter me from what I honestly thought would work.

Leaving my jeans where Mary Poppins could find them, I went about the rest of my weekend.

Come Monday afternoon, I strode into my bedroom after school, knowing it was exactly where I’d find our nanny waiting for me.

With a stunned gaze, I played dumb. My eyes roaming from her concerned expression to the bag of weed securely in her grasp.

Hook, line, and sinker...

I grinned. “I didn’t know Mary Poppins got high. Is that why she’s always so happy?”

“Very funny, Jackson. We both know this isn’t mine.”

“Are you trying to say it’s mine?”

“Who’s else would it be? It was in your jeans.”

“It’s not mine, and I have no idea how it got in there,” I lied, egging her on.

“Oh, so it just magically grew legs and jumped in your pocket without your knowledge? Just happened to show up, while I placed them in the dryer to de-wrinkle your clothes? Try again.”

Eyeing her skeptically, I threw my backpack on my bed. Witnessing her have a meltdown exactly how Harley had.

“What exactly are you trying to do here? Get me fired? Huh? That’s quite the stunt to pull on me, even for you. Skyler could have me arrested! No more nursing school, no more future, no more nanny for you! No more nothing thanks to you. I’m already missing so many classes because I’m here caring for you, instead of showing up for school!”


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