knew that then why did he ask?
He chuckles at my response. “Hey, don’t get pissed.” He takes a step closer to me, pressing up against me. “He’s an idiot. I know who I’d pick.”
Yes, well, I don’t particularly care who you’d pick. It’s who Chase picked that bothers me.
“You know Chase Mitchel is overrated, period.”
I look up at him, and it’s clear he’s expecting me to agree.
“He’s not even that good at soccer.”
That’s when it finally clicks for me. Is he jealous of Chase? Is that what this is about? Am I only here because I’m Chase’s ex and he think this might piss him off?
If he thinks that then he’s got another thing coming.
“You don’t like Chase, do you?”
He shrugs, trying to act casual, but I can see right through him. I’m about to open my mouth and tell him he’s wasting his time if he’s trying to piss Chase off by dating me when he steps forward, pushing me back against the wall, his right hand firmly gripping my hip and his other arm leaning against the wall next to my head.
“I think we’ve talked about Chase Mitchell enough for one night.”
I couldn’t agree more.
His eyes lock with mine, and despite myself, my breath hitches just a little at his close proximity. I don’t particularly care if he is using me, or if he’s just happy to have another girl because he’s dated everyone of interest to him at his own school, or if it’s just feeding his ego that I finally agreed to a date with him. Right now it’s pretty clear that he is attracted to me; I can physically feel it, and it feels nice to be wanted after being rejected for the last couple of months.
His eyes drop down to my mouth, and my hands reach out to lightly touch his waist.
He grins at me. All pretence to this is gone. He knows we’re about to kiss, I know we’re about to kiss, and the look we’re sharing right now makes it pretty clear that it’s not just going to be a peck on the lips.
He presses his hips forward again against mine, and I’m done waiting. I lean forward and meet his kiss with my own.
And…it’s fine.
Just fine.
Not bad. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but the minute we start kissing and his hands start to gently run over my body, I know this isn’t someone I’m going to stay up at night thinking about.
He pulls away and looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips.
Oh, what the hell?
I reach for him and pull him in again for another kiss.
He’s into it, and I need a rebound. Who cares if it’s not going to be some epic romance?
Apparently not me.
10
Brett Sanderson is surprisingly difficult to track down.
Now that Chase has put his idea for the party/auction into motion and thanks to Livy I have somehow managed to semi-organize a bake sale for Monday, I really should be thinking about my grades and how to pull them up.
I’ve been trying to keep an eye out for Brett today, looking out for him in between classes in the hallways, but I couldn’t find him. I’m just about to give up on him for the day when I see one of the guys he was eating lunch with when I first approached him, the guy whose hair is just as messy today, and he tells me where his locker is.
I have to turn around and trek down two different hallways, but I eventually spot him at his locker as he talks to some guy.
“Hey Brett,” I call out as I approach.
He looks up at his name, but when he spots it’s me, he doesn’t exactly look happy about it.
I stop in front of him, surprised by how tall he is now that he’s standing rather than sitting like he was in the cafeteria, and I paste on my most charming smile. “Hey, how are you?”
He narrows his eyes at me as his friend mutters a goodbye then scuttles away. I watch as he leaves.
“Something I said?”
Brett shrugs. “Just the effect you have on people.”
I scowl, but he doesn’t look the least bit remorseful about his comment, even though he knows nothing about me. He grabs another textbook, shoves it into his bag, and closes his locker.
“So I saw you at that Liberty party over the weekend.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I waved at you.”
“I know.”
He’s not even pretending he wasn’t being rude by ignoring me.
“Well I was just