Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
My brow rose. “It’s either I have it on, or I’m not here…which one would you rather?”
Mrs. Sherpa rolled her eyes. “You know damn well what I’d choose, Flint.”
With that, she stood and gestured for us to leave. “Do try to be a little more circumspect next time, children.”
If it wasn’t so rude and unprofessional to flip-off an old lady that held control over my being at that school, I might’ve done it just to see what she’d do.
Camryn turned and walked out without another word.
She was halfway down the hallway by the time I made it out with Dooley.
“Don’t forget to roll those chips up or they’ll go stale,” I called to her back.
She stiffened, then turned. “Yes, Flintstone.”
I couldn’t wait to see her at the gym later that night.
***
She needed to get the fuck out of my gym.
She’d walked in wearing black spandex shorts, a black cut off T-shirt that had barely an inch of fabric right at the waistline holding it all together, and a bright, hot pink bra that molded to her every curve.
Every single goddamn curve on her pretty little body was driving me insane, and she knew it.
Her eyes were on me, and they were shining with mirth.
And, to make matters worse, today was deadlift and burpee workout, meaning I’d be seeing a lot of her ass bent over in front of me.
The warm-up was bad enough, but then she started talking to Croft, and I started to get irrationally angry.
By the time we were starting the workout, my anger was nearly to the boiling point, and I was annoyed.
Croft was talking to her like she was a new shiny toy. Yet, I distinctly remembered him complaining about his sister’s best friend, and how she was always hounding him for a date when he didn’t want anything to do with her.
He never really said why he didn’t want anything to do with her, and now that I’d met her, I couldn’t really figure out why because I liked everything that I saw and heard. But I seriously wanted to know why the fuck he was suddenly showing her so much attention.
“If you don’t wipe that look off your face, you’re going to scare your boot campers.” My sister’s amused voice came from beside me.
I looked down at her and bared my teeth.
“Ohhh, scary!” She pretend shook.
I snorted. “How was work?”
Her face closed off and she shrugged. “I guess it was all right.”
Today was her first day as a substitute teacher at the school that I also worked at, but she’d worked in the ISS—in school suspension—part of the school, and I hadn’t seen her all day.
“Not what you expected?” I questioned.
She wrinkled her nose at me. “It was something that was completely different.” She paused. “And something that I’d like to do again, to be honest. Plus, I got to see you through the windows going through someone’s car, and then Camryn yell at you.”
I growled at her. “Don’t start.”
She held up her hands in surrender. “Don’t start? Don’t start what? Telling you that you have the hots for a teacher? Or telling you that you made a mistake with Nivea, who, might I add, has called the gym no less than five times today and left three voicemails for you to call her. Revoking her membership was an awesome move, by the way. I commend you greatly. But what will you do if she shows up and ignores your order?”
I didn’t have an answer to that.
Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
“Time to stretch, big brother,” Carmichael sang.
I pulled her into the crook of my arm and gave her a hug around the neck. She made a choking sound, and all of a sudden Croft was there, punching me in the shoulder. “Jesus, dude. Let her breathe.”
My brows rose, and Carmichael flushed a bright red.
I rolled my eyes.
What did women see in Croft?
And since when did he care what I did to my sister? I’d punched her in the shoulder last week and knocked her down onto the padded floor before sitting on her and tickling her to death. All the while she screamed at him for help and he’d looked at her like she was crazy for asking him to get in the middle of us.
Now he was reprimanding me for doing a half-assed chokehold?
Hmm.
What was his game?
It wasn’t bad enough that he had to start paying attention to Camryn, but now he had to do it with my sister, too?
I growled and didn’t even mean to.
Both Croft and Carmichael looked at me with concern.
“Problem?” he asked, eyes now on me and not my sister.
I clenched my teeth and walked away without answering him, but I heard Carmichael explaining as I walked away. Apparently, she thought I was on edge due to Nivea. I wasn’t. I was on edge because I liked a girl and she didn’t like me back.