Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Cameron!”
My head whips around, and I glare, quickening my steps toward the building. I’m so close I can taste the processed cheese from here.
“Cameron, wait, damn it!” Alister yells, yet again gaining the attention of those around us.
I can tell he’s jogging by the sound of his voice and use my long-ass legs to my advantage, speed-walking like a motherfucker.
“I’m going to catch you! No reason to avoid me.”
People snicker, and I feel my face heat.
I’m almost there, my hand shooting out to grip the railing and use it like a catapult, but just as my palm closes around the painted metal, I catch something out of the corner of my eye to my left.
There’s no time to think it through, no time to second-guess.
I cut to the right, and I’m only about four feet from them when they notice me.
Mason smiles, but I’m pretty sure a frown begins to form just as fast. I can’t say for sure though because I’m already launching myself at his best friend, one of my best friends, and the man doesn’t let me down—not that I thought for a moment he would.
Not that I had a second to think this through much at all if we’re being real.
Instantly and without hesitation, Brady catches me under my thighs. My legs lace around him like I’m a spider monkey, and his chin lifts just a bit, so he can meet my eyes, a hint of worry working its way into his own.
“Sorry,” I manage to mumble as my hands weave their way around his neck, and then I crush my lips to his. I kiss him, and I don’t stop, putting on a good and believable show. And Brady doesn’t disappoint, simply trusting me in the moment and following my lead.
Only when a few people shout out catcalls do I pull back.
Brady licks the seam of his lips, brow lifting as he stares at me.
“Am I gonna fuck up your bed game if I ask to stretch out your fake boyfriend idea for a while?” I whisper.
Brady shakes his head, a question in his eyes, but then I’m yanked from his arms with a yelp.
Brady drops his shit, shoving Alister so hard, he falls on his ass, but Alister gets back up, and before I can move, Chase’s arms lock around me, holding me still.
“Quit with this shit already!” Alister seethes, not cowering from the man who has a good sixty pounds on him, not to mention being nearly a head taller. “I get it. Leave her alone. Wait for her to come to me. Just…stop fucking kissing her.”
“I’ll kiss her anytime I want…anywhere I want, if you feel me.” Brady smirks.
“See?” Alister shouts. “And you’re supposed to be her friend! Everyone knows you’re nothing but a player. You screw anything that walks and then you do the walking. There is no way she would actually date you.”
Chase’s hand clamps over my mouth before I even get a chance to attempt to speak.
I look to Brady, hating Alister’s words on his behalf, but settle a little when I find his smirk is still in place.
“You done, bitter baby?” Brady cocks his head mockingly.
Alister turns my way, his eyes seeming to dive deep down and search for the truth of what’s really happening here. He must not find the answer because little creases form along his forehead.
I wait for him to snap at me, to call out more lies in front of all the people watching, and there are a lot of people watching, but he doesn’t do that.
He clears his throat and offers a small smile. “I’ll make sure my part is done for the project. I’ll see you Thursday, okay?”
I try not to frown as I nod in response.
Alister nods back, grabs his backpack, and walks away.
It’s not until he’s far, far away—Ari having made her way to us and the rest of the onlookers going back to whatever the hell they were doing before we became a sideshow—that the boys look between Brady and me with wide, what the fuck eyes.
“Right.” I clear my throat, wiping the lipstick that must be all over my mouth if the sight of Brady’s tells me anything—really need to switch to the long-wear shit. “So…I guess Brady is my boyfriend now.”
I’ve never wanted to have a camera at the ready more than I do in this moment.
Their expressions are priceless.
Brady tells them what happened at the party the other day, and they start to laugh. They don’t ask questions, don’t offer opinions, but simply wrap their arms around me and Ari and lead us toward the cafeteria.
Guess the boys need a sandwich too.
After we all find food to grab, we make our way over to a long table and set it out in the middle to share.
Everyone starts to sit, but I pause, facing Brady.