Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Bunny—” She lifts her head, licking her lips while wearing a sexy smirk.
“That was hot.” She smiles.
“My turn.” I pounce, making her laugh as I pin her down to the bed, silencing her giggling with my mouth.
My lips don't leave her until she cries out my name in pleasure, making the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.
Chapter Thirty
KINSLEY
The day had been a lot more low-key at school than I thought it was going to be. The whispers that I killed the girl from the party died down after the thrill I think everyone got from them. The reality is that it was insane for anyone to think I did. It was now all over the school that she OD’d. Everyone thinks it’s a typical drug that you hear about all the time.
“Hey.” Blair pops up next to me in the hallway out of nowhere.
“Hey to you too.” I shut my locker door. “Where the hell have you been?”
I hadn’t seen her all day at school. I was really starting to worry. Jax said after football practice that we could go to her place and check on her if she didn’t show up.
“I had crap to deal with today and a doctor’s appointment.” Blair shrugs it off. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine; it’s you that I’ve been worried about.”
Her nose scrunches slightly. “Why?” Her expression is one of confusion.
“What do you mean, why? I haven’t heard from you since Friday night.”
“Kins, it’s not like we hung out all the time before.”
"Ouch." I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head.
"I didn't mean it that way." Her face softens. "I guess I'm not used to people checking in. I normally do my own thing."
"I get that." We are both kind of loners, which I know can be hard, but now I have the Marino family and more people than I know how to deal with on the daily. Even Jax's mom was fussing over me this morning. I had to choke down my emotions to not cry over my French toast. "But now we’re besties," I tease, but it's not really a joke. I do love hanging out with Blair.
"Besties." She lets out a small huff. "Fine, I guess I can be your bestie."
“Why, thank you.” I laugh.
“So what’s popping off?”
“Not much.” I truly wish I could tell her more. “People seem to be pulling back from the rumor that I killed the Annie girl.”
“Damn, that was kind of fun.”
“Okay, maybe it was a little.” But I don’t want people scared of me. That won’t help me get information from them. Well, actually, maybe it would.
“So what’s the story you’re working on now?” I really wish I could talk to her about this, but I see no reason to involve her in this mess. “Did you ever find out what happened between those two?” Blair nods down the hallway to where Alice is standing at her locker.
“Shouldn't she be at practice?” Football and cheer practice are right after school.
“She’s off the team? Their beef got that bad?”
“Let’s go find out,” I suggest.
We make our way down the hallway. When she spots us coming towards her, Alice’s lips purse.
“What do you two want?” She rolls her eyes as she shuts her locker. There is a noticeable redness under her eyes and on her nose. She’s been crying.
“You okay?” I ask.
“What do you care?”
“Alice, I’m serious. Are you okay?” We might not be tight, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have compassion for her.
“It doesn’t matter. There isn’t anything anyone can do,” she responds, tucking a blond lock of hair behind her ear.
“Is this about Celia?” Alice glances down at my question. “You two still haven't made up?”
“We’re not going to make up.”
“She fucked a guy you were seeing?” Blair asks.
“I would rather she had done that.” Alice shakes her head, but I can see the worry laced with concern in her expression.
“Drugs?” I throw it out there to gauge her reaction. Alice slightly flinches at the word. Bingo. “The girl that died Friday.”
“I have no part in it!” Alice puts her hands up. “I told her it was a bad idea to get wrapped up in all this, but Celia is a sucker for a man she shouldn’t fuck around with.”
“What man?” I push. Alice glances up and down the hallway. It’s empty right now. Everyone is gone for the day or at practice or a club.
"I can't. First Lisa and now this other girl." Lisa, that name hits. It was one of the names Mac pulled up for new enrollees, but she dropped out. There had been a handful of names we were looking into. It wasn't a shock for someone to drop.
With private schools, you can be trying to get into all different ones. A spot may have become available at another school, prompting the student to switch.