Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“You aren’t getting any,” I said, just as the ding sounded.
I placed the plate beside my textbook and sat down. Dog pawed at my leg and let out a whimper.
“Stop being a scavenger,” I said, tossing him a fry anyway. I had a soft spot for the dickhead, which was probably why he was the worst behaved canine in the history of existence. He gobbled it up, then pawed again at my leg.
“Hey, Wolf.” Petey walked into the kitchen, Bellamy behind him. “That sunburn is turning into a nice tan.”
“Fuck off.” Saturday night, after downing an entire bottle of whiskey, I’d climbed onto the roof to be alone with my thoughts and passed out. By the time I’d woken up at one in the afternoon, I’d gotten my fair share of sun.
Bellamy stopped by the table, snatching a fry from my plate. “You okay?” He gave me a look that suggested he thought I wasn’t.
“I’m fine.”
“Missed a voice clip of Hendrix singing, ‘Wolf is a pussy-whipped bitch’ to the tune of the Oompa-Loompa song.” Because Hendrix had nothing better to do with his time.
I pointed at my textbook. “I don’t have time to listen to that dumbass sing his stupid jingles.”
He cracked a laugh. “We’re headed over to The Big Pickle to meet Rogue. Drew and some of the girls are going. One of them has massive jugs.” He whacked my shoulder. “Might cheer up your miserable ass.” Fuck him for realizing how miserable I was.
“Yeah,” Petey said. “We’re going for quiz night. You wanna come?”
“Fuck no.” Quiz night at some shitty bar—big-breasted women or not—was my idea of hell.
“Petey, you aren’t going for quiz night.” Bellamy half rolled his eyes. “There’s a wet T-shirt contest afterward.”
Not even the idea of girls in wet T-shirts made me want to go. “Put Petey in it,” I said, thumbing my pencil in his direction. “He’ll win. He has huge nipples.”
Bellamy laughed. Petey frowned while staring down at the pebbles poking through his shirt. “I’m sensitive about that, you dick.”
“How the hell are you sensitive? I thought gingers didn’t have souls?”
“Because I take the souls of others. One more comment about my nipples and I’ll put yours on the list.”
“You do that, and I’ll shave your eyebrows while you sleep.”
Bellamy snorted, thumbing at Petey. “He already looks like a naked mole rat. Don’t make it worse.”
“Doesn’t matter. I shaved my eyebrows two years ago for a hundred bucks. Got hit on twice as much. Turns out, women dig mysterious, eyebrow-less gingers.”
“The only mystery about you is whether your sour-cream colored ass will spontaneously combust in direct sunlight.”
Petey snatched his keys from the counter. “Come on. Let’s get out of here so we can get a seat by the stage.”
Dog followed them to the back door, huffing when it closed. I crammed a fry into my mouth and opened my textbook to the last lesson.
10 × 4 - 2 × (4² ÷ 4) ÷ 2 ÷ 1/2 + 9
-10 ÷ (20 ÷ 2² × 5 ÷ 5) × 8 - 2
Fucking bullshit. I put pencil to paper. Every problem I worked out was wrong. Who in the hell decided to make math so complicated? I would never, in my life, use this shit. Even if I didn’t get drafted. I was majoring in school counseling. That sure as hell didn’t involve math like that.
An hour and a half later, I had worked through five problems. When I checked my work against the answer key in the back, they were all wrong.
I dropped my head back with a groan, sick at the thought that some stupid arithmetic would keep me out of the NFL. I was still staring at the crack on the ceiling when Dog let out a high-pitched bark. The back door creaked open.
“I swear to God,” Cassie moaned. “My ass cheeks have actual burns.”
“I keep telling you to get bigger shorts.”
I straightened in the chair, glancing at Jade in that erection-inducing Roller Burger uniform. Those uniforms served one purpose, and one purpose only—to bring in customers. I hated the thought of guys ogling Jade while she skated around with their food. And they would be.
Jade dropped to a crouch beside Dog, and my gaze ate up the length of her bare thighs. “Hi, Squishy. Did you miss me?”
Like hell was she trying to rename my dog. “His name’s Dog.”
She looked at me. “Dog is not a name.”
Jesus…“Dog is a name.” I pointed at the little traitor, ears down, wiggling from the excitement of Jade’s arrival. “It’s his name.”
Lifting a brow, she pushed to her feet. “I’ll start calling you Human then.”
“Not his name,” I mumbled, going back to my homework and erasing the last answer I’d written down.
Cabinets opened and shut. One of the girls banged a pot on the stovetop, then Cassie went into a tirade about Rogue. I couldn’t concentrate worth a shit. I grabbed my books and went into the dining room, mumbling about them being loud on my way.