Page 16 of Savage for You

“I understand what you mean about your parents because I feel the same about mine, and have always wanted what they have,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest.

“What if we start off being friends first? Then see where this goes, but I do ask if you don’t want to be with me or if you meet someone else, please just let me know.”

I look at him. I mean, I really look at his face. He has a five o’clock shadow on his face and it looks so good. I wonder how it would feel against my thighs. He licks his bottom lip, and damn, I haven’t seen anyone sexier than him. It’s hard to believe that he wants me. I’m usually very confident, but this last year had put my confidence in the grinder.

“I can’t lie and say that I don’t want to get to know you more, so if you are okay with going slow, then I would love that. I’ve just been through a lot this last year and I don’t want to push you away, but if you are really okay with slow then okay. I only have one condition—I know you are the quarterback and there will be women throwing themselves at you, but don’t break my heart, Savage.” I sigh.

“Baby, I’m a one-woman man. When I first saw you, something in me switched. I want to get to know you, and only you. There’s no one else. One day, Killer, I'll know all your secrets,” he says as he scans my body with his eyes.

“Only two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead,” I say and laugh.

“Oh my god, no wonder you and my sister get along. She loved Pretty Little Liars too.” He smiles brightly at me.

“So, can I get your number?” He smirks at me.

“Smooth, Savage, real smooth. Sure, you can have it.”

“What, it got me your number, didn’t it?” He smiles that million-dollar smile at me.

Yeah, one day. Hopefully he doesn’t change the way he looks at me when he finds out my secret.

six

Montana

Dickface: I can’t believe you won’t give us a second chance since we have so much history together. Please Monti, will you consider it?

Me: Do you have a time machine?

Dickface: I can’t believe you won't let this go.

Me: Aca-Believe it, I have a song I dedicated to you.

Dickface: Oh really? I miss you.

Me: 10 things I Hate About You by Leah Kate.

Dickface: what do I have to do to get you back.

Me: You can’t.

“Eight, the dumbest guy I dated. Seven, talk a big game ‘till you’re naked. Only six seconds and I had to fake it. Five, you’re toxic. Four, I can't trust you…” I’m singing 10 Things I Hate About You by Leah Kate while running in the park.

I spot Autumn, and I slow down to talk to her while she walks. Autumn has long straight black hair and perfect eyebrows. She’s tall, around five-foot-six, has curves for days, and olive skin where she looks tan all year long. She also has the longest lashes, and her blue eyes are gorgeous.

Ugh, her brother's eyes are gorgeous too. Damn, girl, chill.

“Hey girl, how you doin’?” I try to do my best Joey Tribbiani impersonation and we both laugh.

She sighs and says, “I’m okay, I just have terrible anxiety thinking about going to the campus.”

“I understand, but college is so different from high school. Those were little boys, these are men. There are some catty girls but for the most part it's not so bad,” I try to reassure her.

“Well, on the bright side, now you have me.” I smile and bump my shoulder with hers.

“I’m serious, I don’t know what will happen between me and your brother, but we will be friends, unless you stab me in the back like my so-called ex best friend.” I sigh, then continue, “I’m sorry. It’s hard when your best friends with someone for so long and she stabs you in the back. I think what hurts worse than my ex cheating on me, is that it was with her.”

“Look, I know you don’t know me or my brother very well, but my brother will treat you like a queen. He saw my parents in the limelight, and they never faltered or cheated on each other. Of course, it was hard during hockey season, but there were more times than not that we got to go to some of his away games. Give him a chance, he won't disappoint you. If he does, my mom will whoop his ass,” she says with a smirk.

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