Page 6 of Bad Kind of Love

“Yup.” I pretend to mess with the register. “What can I get you both?”

“What do you have?” She asks arrogantly, running a finger down the center of Travis’ chest. Dressed in cut off jean shorts and a revealing tank top, she was exactly his type. Attractive, nice figure, and most of all, easy.

“All our flavors are listed up here.” I point to the sign above me. Travis’s eyes were still locked on me until the brunette forced his attention on her.

“What do you want?” She stands tall on her toes, brushing her glossed lips against the shell of his ear.

“What’s good, O’Connor?” He nods his head towards the sign.

“I’ll have cookie dough.” The brunette interrupts, grinning as she interlocks her fingers with Travis.

Nodding, I wait for Travis to tell me what he wants.

“Uh, why don’t you get us a table, Bree?” He gestures toward the vacant lobby. “I’ll bring us our ice cream.”

Clearly, that wasn’t what she wanted to hear by the scowl across her face. “But...”

“Go.” He says a little forcibly.

Frowning, she looks back and forth between us confused, before scampering away.

“That was rude.” I walk towards the freezer of ice cream and begin scooping the dessert into a cup. Being left alone with Travis sent my heart into a wild frenzy. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone with him.

When it came to boys, I was clueless. I avoided them like the plague and they avoided me right back. I was always the loner type in school, few friends, little words and, right now, having the attention of Westwood High’s most sought-after individual was too good to be true.

“She’ll get over it.” He says straight faced, keeping his eyes locked onto mine.

It wasn’t that I disliked Travis, I just didn’t particularly like him. He was arrogant and full of himself, the complete opposite of me. Where he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, I was blessed with a dirty plastic spoon.

“What can I get you?” I huff, placing his date’s cup onto the counter.

“Chocolate.” He licks his bottom lip.

Swallowing, I start scooping the chocolate.

“Why do I sense that you don’t really like me?” He chuckles, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

Why did he care if I didn’t like him? I was basically a nobody anyway.

“I.. I don’t not like you.” Caught off guard by his question, I shake my head, shoveling out more ice cream.

“It’s because of that time in the classroom? Isn’t it?” He counters, causing my cheeks to flare.

Jesus, why did he have to bring that up?

“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I deny as it brings flashbacks from that night. His naked body, her naked body….

“Don’t play dumb, O’Connor.” He takes a step closer so he’s leaning against the top of the freezer. “I saw you watching us.” He smirks, resembling the same face he gave me that night.

“I wasn’t watching.” I snarl in disbelief. “I left my jacket on the back of my chair, and wasn’t expecting to walk in on… that.”

“You’re right, you weren’t watching.” He states. “You were wishing.”

Taken aback, I slam both cups of ice cream onto the counter next to the register, splashing some chocolate onto my shirt. “Wishing what exactly?”

“For someone so sexy, you sure are naive.” He rests his palms on the counter, taking his time to look me over.

“If you think that I was wishing that you were screwing me, you’re most certainly, incredibly, most definitely wrong.” I punch in buttons on the register a little too roughly, risking breaking it. But right now, I didn’t care. The nerve of this guy was unbelievable.

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