Page 25 of Hate To Love You

She looks down and plays with her fingers.

“I heard you guys are having a party Friday. Costume party, right?” I nod, avoiding her eyes that are boring into my face.

“Maybe we could pick up where we left off,” she says seductively, bringing her hand to my chest and batting her long, black lashes.

I grab her wrist tightly, ripping it away from my chest but keeping a hold of her so she can’t back away. This is over.

Glaring down at her, I grip her wrist slightly tighter causing her to wince. She trembles slightly, and I kind of feel bad. But she obviously wasn’t taking to the nice approach.

“I told you, it was one night. It’s not happening again. What don’t you understand?” I grit out. She shakes her head, trembling a bit more now. Her eyes gloss over as if she’s about to cry.

“I- I just thought-” I cut her off.

“You thought wrong. Stay away from me.” As soon as I release her wrist, she brings it up to her chest and rubs it with her other hand. I really wasn’t holding her that tight. “Go.”

Amy scurries off without another word or backwards glance.

God, that bitch was annoying.

Chapter 16

Ryker

By the time I arrive to my block, the sky is grey, and it looks like it’s about to rain. The air has cooled significantly, and the thin sweatshirt I’m wearing isn’t really helping anymore now that I’m not running.

The sound of voices penetrates the air as I near the Elite mansion and finally see who the voices belong to and where they’re coming from.

Holland and Ellie are in the front yard of Ellie’s house, and from what I can hear, they’re not having a happy brother and sister conversation. It sounds like an argument.

I stay put, trying to hear what they’re saying.

“…I don’t care, Holland. I can do what I want,” Ellie says, raising her voice. Hollands eyes narrow and he takes a step closer to his sister.

“No, Ellie. You’re not coming if you’re going to bring that douchebag. He’s not stepping foot in my house.”

“It’s not your house! It’s the Elite’s house. And you can’t tell me who I can and can’t be with,” Ellie’s small fists clench at her side.

“Ty fucking Manning is not coming. And you won’t be either if he shows up. Got it?”

Ty Manning is an even bigger ass than I am. He’s also on the rugby team, and I’m pretty sure none of the guys like him.

Since Pat’s the captain, we’ve tried to convince him to go to coach, but Ty really hasn’t done anything except be an annoying prick, and that’s not enough to get him kicked off the team.

Ellie looks like she’s about to punch Holland straight in the face and honestly, I’d pay good money to see that happen. But instead, I make my way over to them in an attempt to distract them from wanting to rip each other’s heads off.

Ellie sees me first, her bright blue eyes narrowing at the sight of me. God, she looks exactly like Holland. They have the exact same facial features, from the color of their eyes and the shape of their noses to the way their eyebrows sit. Same hair color and everything.

The only real differences between them are the fact that Holland is at least five inches taller, and very obviously a man. Ellie is small, probably five foot at the most. Her blonde hair goes to her shoulders, and she’s almost concerningly thin.

I throw my arm over Holland’s shoulder attempting to break the tension.

“What’s going on, Monroe family?” I ask, a smirk playing on my lips. Ellie glares at me, and even though she’s small, she’s kind of scary. Not as scary as a certain brunette with big blue eyes and a strong dislike for me though.

“None of your damn business, Steele,” Ellie grimaces.

I hold my arms up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Holland, tell your sister to calm down.” Ellie’s eyes narrow and now she looks like she wants to punch me in the face.

“You’re both assholes. Don’t be surprised if you find itching powder in your jock straps.”

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