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"You can do it, Ollie…" Josy says with pride, and I chuckle, shaking my head. His legs are wrapped around her shoulders as she helps him across.

With a grin, I pick up Hell's Girl's newest book, planning to read while I let them both play for the twenty minutes I promised.

I'm half reading the chapter and half lifting my head to check on my brother and sister in the sandpit ten minutes later, when a shadow falls over me.

A voice I despise says with such glee I want to punch him in the face, "Well, if it isn't Farm Girl."

Marco Jacobs.

I look up to see his caramel eyes looking up and down my body, taking in the crop top underneath my overalls shorts, and I roll my eyes.

After he shoved me on the floor and hurt my wrist, he was suspended for a few days, and placed on probation with the football team. Everyone hated me even more after that because our team lost the championship, like it was all my fault, and not this jackass who shoved me. So I spent most of my time in the library.

School sucked, and this bozo was the main cause for it, all because I didn't want to kiss him.

I mean what eighteen-year-old would want to kiss a fourteen-year-old anyway?

Sighing when he doesn't walk on, I put my bookmark on my page, put the book in my bag, and ask, "What can I do for you, Marco?"

He grins, running his fingers through his shaggy, dark brown hair, his eyes still looking up and down my body like he has a chance.

"I hear you and Kenzo broke up," he says, his eyes going to my tits.

Jackass.

I raise a brow at him. "That was three years ago, Marco."

He nods, his eyes staying on my denim-covered tits, making me want to poke his eyes out even more for bringing up my ex, like he's some kind of conversation starter.

Kenzo was my first boyfriend. I never dated in high school because, well, look what I had to put up with, boys like Marco. I thought college would be different and that the boys would be more mature, even though this dipshit went to the same college as me.

I started dating Kenzo in my junior year, and he was nice, I guess. There was no spark or anything, and I didn't get butterflies, but I had no dating experience, and Momma was worried about me, so I thought I'd give it a go. I did try for over a year, and heck, I even gave him my virginity—worst mistake if my flipping life.

Three years ago, I walked in on him screwing the head cheerleader…and being screwed by the wide receiver. I wasn't even upset, shocked yes, but not upset.

He panicked as the wide receiver was thrusting in his ass, and all I could do was laugh and walk out, happy I never let him go bare like he always begged for.

"I heard he cheated," Marco murmurs, then licks his lips like the perve he is, not removing his eyes from my tits.

I nod. "He did, with a cheerleader and the wide receiver." He looks at me in shock, and I shrug, and ask again, "So what can I do for you, Marco?"

He tilts his head and says, "I wanted to see if you wanted to go somewhere tonight?"

I raise a brow. "Like a date?"

He grins and replies, "If that's what you want to call it."

I snort and stand up, grabbing my bag, and calling for my siblings, before looking at him again. "I didn't want to kiss you in high school before you broke my wrist, so why would I want to date you now?"

He smirks, and I know that whatever is about to come out of his mouth, will make me want to kick him in the balls, but before he can speak, he grunts and bends over in pain as my little sister stands over his body with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, making my eyes widen.

He coughs, "Oh God, why would she kick me in the balls? What the fuck? Why…?"

I blink as she bends over, pushes her curly, brown hair out of her face, and snaps, "Daddy said no boys are allowed near my sister!"

Wait, Daddy said what?

Marco glares at Josy, and I step forward, ready to poke his eyes out, but Oliver beats me to it. Instead of poking his eyes out, however, he throws sand over Marco’s head.

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