Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,91
back. All of you would and I can’t let that happen.”
“I …”
“No,” I cut him off, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Just be the guy I run to when the world turns to shit. Don’t try to be a hero. I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt. The Widows are their own army. They'll take care of it. They’ll make sure I’m safe. You just need to worry about my sanity. Okay?”
His lips press into a hard line and the irritated stare he gives me is more than enough confirmation that he’s not happy about a damn word that I just said. But I’m not backing down on this. The gang world is no place for a guy like Milo. Hell, it’s no place for any of the guys from Bellevue Springs. They’d be torn apart and drained of every last cent and I can’t imagine what bastards like that would do with that kind of money. they’d be unstoppable and I won’t allow that to happen. I can’t have that on my conscience.
Milo finally lets out a deep breath and releases his grip on my hand. “We’re not done with this conversation,” he says.
I roll my eyes knowing damn well that this conversation is so done that it’s already a distant memory. “I’ll see you after school, okay? Don’t do anything stupid.”
A cheesy as fuck grin stretches across his face and his eyes instantly sparkle with excitement. “Trust me, I’m going to be doing all sorts of stupid things today.”
My brows furrow as I take in his hidden message but I don't quite understand it. I hear the sound of my school bell ringing in the distance and I’m forced to throw myself out of his car, leaving his comment as something to decode later. “I’ll see you later,” I call over my shoulder, shutting the door and then taking off.
I hear Milo’s car speed off behind me and I cringe. If I’m late for school, that means that he’s really late. I race down to my locker and grab the things I need before slipping into my homeroom just as my teacher is closing the door.
She gives me an unimpressed glare and I hurry past her, trying my best to avoid eye contact. As I settle into my seat and give a few smiles to the girls wanting my attention, a thought occurs to me. Milo said something about spilling the tea and the whole car ride to school, absolutely no tea got spilled. I wonder if it had anything to do with his comment before I got out of the car.
Glancing up at the teacher to find her attention immersed in the papers on her desk, I quickly dive into my bra and pull my phone out. I hide it under my desk and I glance down at it, knowing that Milo would be just pulling up to school now.
Ocean - You didn’t spill any tea.
Milo - Because it was the Ocean show this morning. Ocean this, Ocean that. Does anyone else even exist in your world?
I roll my eyes and decided to play along.
Ocean - Nope. No room for anyone else when I shine so brightly.
Ocean -Also, you’re a bitch!
Milo - Ha. Ha.
Ocean - Spill the tea already! What’s been going on? Did someone get caught sucking off Dean Simmons? I bet it was you, wasn’t it? God, you’re such a dirty little whore!
Milo - Bitch, do you want the tea or not?
I laugh to myself and quickly flick my eyes to the teacher, making sure I haven’t been sprung using my phone.
Ocean - Fine.
I wait an agonizing three minutes before his text finally comes through and when it does, I realize that he had to really scrounge up the balls to actually hit send on this one.
Milo - I may have let my gay flag fly yesterday and fucked a guy under the bleachers while the rest of the school did a fire drill.
My eyes bug out of my head and I throw myself to my feet. “THE FUCK?” I screech before snapping my head up and coming face to face with my teacher then instantly regret it as the pain shoots through the back of my neck. “Oh, umm … sorry,” I say with a cringe, trying my hardest not to grab hold of my bandage to try and relieve the pain. “I just realized that I left my English essay on my desk at home.”