Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,33

best bud. And you know what? I would have the time of my life. And so would he.

Tomorrow, he was all mine.

I crashed back on my bed, feeling giddy and nearly spilling the bottle all over me.

Then I remembered Lisa’s words and laughed out loud.

9

Oliver: 12 years earlier

There was only one thing worth getting out of bed a half hour early for in the mornings. Hint: It wasn’t sports.

It was a smoking-hot chick from school.

Amber Collins.

Hell yeah!

Blonde, full pink lips, and athletically built with an ass to die for. She was the girl every guy in school wanted, but, she wanted me. Getting to school early meant I could drag her off to the side of the building and maybe finally have enough time to venture beneath her sports bra to see if her tits were on the same level as her sexy butt.

After my shower, a few squirts of cologne, and one last quick comb through my hair, I grabbed my duffle bag and started the drive to school. I could see Amber in front of the building chatting with her girlfriends. At least, that’s what she seemed to be doing. But I knew it was just a ploy to stall and catch me coming in.

It was a game I was all too willing to play.

But the moment my sneaker hit the bottom step, the speakers hanging over the front entrance started crackling with an announcement. One that, much to my dismay, instructed me to report to the principal’s office at once. Both my and Amber’s faces dropped in disappointment.

“I’ll come find you after?” I offered in passing.

“Sure.” She shrugged.

I could hear her and her friends giggling behind me as I walked inside. I wasn’t normally one to seem so eager, but if Amber was just as willing, there didn’t seem to be a point in playing it cool.

“Mr. Humphries, thank you for joining us,” Mrs. Dupree announced as I walked into her small, stuffy office.

I nodded and smiled politely, instantly noticing the girl sitting in the chair across from her. She was plain-looking—nothing special, really—with long, brown curly hair pulled back in a ponytail (her hair sort of reminded me of the professor guy from Back to the Future), and glasses covering the shy expression in her green eyes. Not gonna lie, first impression: What a nerd? The girl wore a plain, gray extra-large shirt, probably hiding a big chest, and baggy pants.

“This is Elaine Carter. As you know, we have the tradition of our school’s mentorship program for new students, and as an upperclassman, I’m assigning her to you.”

Shit. I swallowed hard, trying to determine how this might ruin my life. I knew of the mentorship program—this wasn’t my first time. But, this was the first time it was going to be a pain in my ass. And the words “assigning her to you” made it sound like a much bigger responsibility than the last guy I’d mentored. More than I was ready to accept with everything else I had going on. Namely, my mission of getting into Amber Collins’s panties—or wherever she would let me.

“See to it that she knows her way around the school. Introduce her to your fellow classmates. You know the drill.”

I glanced down at the girl. She looked up at me with a timid smile—the pinnacle of mousiness with the big black frames covering her eyes and half her face. She pushed the glasses back up her nose and clutched her stack of books tightly to her chest like a shield of protection. Yeah, fuck that. I was absolutely not about to miss out on the hotness of Amber Collins for this girl.

“Uh, actually, Mrs. Dupree?” I worked hard to hide the annoyance in my voice. “You know, this is actually a really busy time of year with football practice and all. And—”

“And last I heard you intend on going to work for your father’s real estate company after college?” She cut me off with a snide smile. “Not planning to try and squeeze in a football career in there anywhere? I think you can manage the minor distraction. Besides, Elaine already has a long list of her own extracurricular activities that take place during your football practices. It won’t be any conflict to get her acclimated to the school grounds. Unless, that is, if you have something more pressing to attend to that I may not know about?”

Amber Collins, I thought to myself. Specifically, her titties. That’s the more pressing matter