in myself.
Not that I believe in myself. I know I’m fucking weak.
I could have been two weeks clean today, but now I’m back to square one.
I’m such an idiot.
My heart continues to pound. If Deklan kicks me out of the house, then I have absolutely nowhere to go. Well, my grandparents might take me back, even after I was such an asshole to them. The small town they lived in was okay for retirees, but it was no place for me.
After a few silent minutes I hear a familiar voice.
“Hey guys.”
Mr. Star Athlete is pulling his chiseled body up and onto the dock. He’s alone, and his smile is directed at only one person.
And Ange is beaming as Cole takes a seat beside her. He’s the biggest guy at the lake, and he knows it. I’m sure he spends at least three hours a day at the gym, and I’d bet a month’s pay he takes performance-enhancing drugs.
I’ve heard Kenzie bitch about her brother to Deklan. I wonder how she feels about him hitting on her best friend?
I sit up on my elbows and watch little Miss Priss turn into a gushy ball of nervous energy in Cole’s presence.
The conversation quickly turns to football and Cole’s strenuous workouts to prepare for the upcoming season. He even has to fly to Seattle on Wednesday to take care of business, he says, chest all puffed out with self-importance.
I want to roll my eyes as he continues talking about himself.
In ten minutes he doesn’t ask a single question about her. I bet if we were quizzed, I might know more about his sister’s best friend than he does.
Ange asks Cole about someone named Nadia and I grin inwardly.
There’s a jealous tone in her voice that’s impossible not to mistake.
“She’s Greg’s friend,” he says.
“Seems like she’s your friend.”
He laughs under his breath. “I swear to you—”
“Liar,” Brooke chimes in. “That chick is all over your ass.”
“Come on now…she’s been dating Greg.”
Cole motions toward the air mattress. “You want to go for a swim, Ange? You don’t mind if I borrow your mattress, do you, Kenz?”
“It’s Curtis’s mattress,” Kenzie says.
Cole glances at Curtis, who replies, “Go for it, bro.”
Ange’s eyes widen in surprise. Why is she so stunned that he’s asking her to go for a swim with him? I’ve heard the ten year-old boys behind us talk about how smoking hot our girls are.
Seconds later the two are floating by themselves, chatting it up and laughing.
“So how long have your brother and best friend been hitting it?” I ask, and my voice has an edge to it that shocks me.
Kenzie’s brows furrow. “They’re not hitting it.”
I snort. “Could have fooled me.”
“No way.” She’s shaking her head.
“Yeah, it is pretty obvious,” Brooke says, and I’m glad that at least one of my friends has my back. “She’s been staring at him all afternoon, and she was getting jealous of that leggy chick.”
I’m sure it’s the drugs in me, but I am seriously tempted to swim out to Ange again and get in between her and lover boy. Instead, I’m forced to watch under lowered lids. Cole is pulling the air mattress closer to him with every minute that passes.
It might have just been a trick of the light, but I swear he kissed her once. She must have been nervous because she looks our way, a guilty expression on her face.
Kenzie is watching, too. Her body language says she’s not too sure about this.
“Girlfriend might be tapping big bro’s ass,” Brooke whispers loudly, and Kenzie frowns.
“No, I don’t think so. Ange isn’t interested in Cole. He’s like a big brother to her…”
I have to bite my lip to refrain from saying anything more. Clearly Kenzie is in denial about the extent of her brother and her best friend’s relationship.
“Interested in what?” I prompt. “In sex? Are you sure about that?”
Kenzie presses her lips together. “No way.”
I can tell by Kenzie’s expression that Ange is just as innocent as I thought. She was
Not that I believe in myself. I know I’m fucking weak.
I could have been two weeks clean today, but now I’m back to square one.
I’m such an idiot.
My heart continues to pound. If Deklan kicks me out of the house, then I have absolutely nowhere to go. Well, my grandparents might take me back, even after I was such an asshole to them. The small town they lived in was okay for retirees, but it was no place for me.
After a few silent minutes I hear a familiar voice.
“Hey guys.”
Mr. Star Athlete is pulling his chiseled body up and onto the dock. He’s alone, and his smile is directed at only one person.
And Ange is beaming as Cole takes a seat beside her. He’s the biggest guy at the lake, and he knows it. I’m sure he spends at least three hours a day at the gym, and I’d bet a month’s pay he takes performance-enhancing drugs.
I’ve heard Kenzie bitch about her brother to Deklan. I wonder how she feels about him hitting on her best friend?
I sit up on my elbows and watch little Miss Priss turn into a gushy ball of nervous energy in Cole’s presence.
The conversation quickly turns to football and Cole’s strenuous workouts to prepare for the upcoming season. He even has to fly to Seattle on Wednesday to take care of business, he says, chest all puffed out with self-importance.
I want to roll my eyes as he continues talking about himself.
In ten minutes he doesn’t ask a single question about her. I bet if we were quizzed, I might know more about his sister’s best friend than he does.
Ange asks Cole about someone named Nadia and I grin inwardly.
There’s a jealous tone in her voice that’s impossible not to mistake.
“She’s Greg’s friend,” he says.
“Seems like she’s your friend.”
He laughs under his breath. “I swear to you—”
“Liar,” Brooke chimes in. “That chick is all over your ass.”
“Come on now…she’s been dating Greg.”
Cole motions toward the air mattress. “You want to go for a swim, Ange? You don’t mind if I borrow your mattress, do you, Kenz?”
“It’s Curtis’s mattress,” Kenzie says.
Cole glances at Curtis, who replies, “Go for it, bro.”
Ange’s eyes widen in surprise. Why is she so stunned that he’s asking her to go for a swim with him? I’ve heard the ten year-old boys behind us talk about how smoking hot our girls are.
Seconds later the two are floating by themselves, chatting it up and laughing.
“So how long have your brother and best friend been hitting it?” I ask, and my voice has an edge to it that shocks me.
Kenzie’s brows furrow. “They’re not hitting it.”
I snort. “Could have fooled me.”
“No way.” She’s shaking her head.
“Yeah, it is pretty obvious,” Brooke says, and I’m glad that at least one of my friends has my back. “She’s been staring at him all afternoon, and she was getting jealous of that leggy chick.”
I’m sure it’s the drugs in me, but I am seriously tempted to swim out to Ange again and get in between her and lover boy. Instead, I’m forced to watch under lowered lids. Cole is pulling the air mattress closer to him with every minute that passes.
It might have just been a trick of the light, but I swear he kissed her once. She must have been nervous because she looks our way, a guilty expression on her face.
Kenzie is watching, too. Her body language says she’s not too sure about this.
“Girlfriend might be tapping big bro’s ass,” Brooke whispers loudly, and Kenzie frowns.
“No, I don’t think so. Ange isn’t interested in Cole. He’s like a big brother to her…”
I have to bite my lip to refrain from saying anything more. Clearly Kenzie is in denial about the extent of her brother and her best friend’s relationship.
“Interested in what?” I prompt. “In sex? Are you sure about that?”
Kenzie presses her lips together. “No way.”
I can tell by Kenzie’s expression that Ange is just as innocent as I thought. She was
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