Page 280 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“Is this about that thing you said about your first kiss being interrupted?” he asked. “Because I can fix that right now…”
I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by what he said or horrified that he’d remembered what I’d said. Regardless, I was distracted when the ball flew directly at my face. It hit me right in the nose and I fell backward, landing hard on my ass.
“Jesus, are you okay?” Felix crouched down beside me and cradled the side of my face in his hand.
“Ow.” My face felt like it had been squashed. There was someone on the other side that should be a major league pitcher.
A ball hit the back of Felix’s head while he was crouched down with me, but he didn’t even flinch.
Coach Carter blew his whistle. “Felix, take her to the nurse!” he called then blew his whistle again.
The game restarted around us as Felix helped me to my feet.
“Is my nose broken?” I asked.
“I don’t think so.” His arm wrapped around me like I needed his assistance walking. I didn’t. But I didn’t push him away either.
“What the hell, Cupcake?” Felix said to the captain on the other side. “She was five feet in front of you, why’d you throw it like she was a mile away?”
The captain laughed.
“Idiot,” Felix said.
“What’d you say to me?” the captain said. “You wanna take this shit outside?”
Coach Carter blew his whistle again. “Nurse. Now. Cool your loins, Joe. There’s no cursing in my gymnasium.”
Felix mumbled something under his breath as he walked me out of the gym.
“I think I have a concussion,” I said.
“I doubt Cupcake is that strong. He was just standing really freaking close to you. That guy is such an ass.”
“Cupcake?” I shook my head. “I definitely have a concussion.”
“You really never heard Joe’s nickname before?”
“How on earth is someone with the name Cupcake not the least popular person at this school?” I asked.
Felix laughed. “Cupcake’s father owns Dickson & Son’s Sugarcakes and he always brings in samples. He’s a jerk, but his cupcakes are good.”
“Private school is so much different than public school. Someone with that nickname would have gotten eaten alive at my old high school. Yet, I’m the loser here. Figures. And what the hell is a sugarcake?”
“You’re not a loser, Brooklyn.”
“I would have gotten chosen last if it wasn’t for you. Everyone at this school pretends I’m invisible or ridicules me. They don’t even try to get to know me because I don’t have money and prestige like they do. And the only reason I ever attend fancy events on the weekends is because I’m catering them. I’m a social pariah.”
“Don’t forget the fact that you’ve never been kissed,” Felix added as we walked into the nurse’s office.
I was pretty sure it was his new mission to mortify me. I could feel my cheeks flushing. “God, please stop reminding me.”
He laughed.
“Oh my, your face is beet red,” the nurse said and rushed over to me. “What hurts?” She put her hand on my forehead. “Hm, I don’t feel a temperature.”
I could feel my face turning even redder.
“She got hit in the face with a dodgeball,” Felix said. “She mentioned that her nose hurt.”
