Page 6 of Grace of Spades
"What?" Dylan asks eyes darting around for the threat. I motion subtly over to Addison who is strutting past another group of boys swaying her hips more than necessary. Dylan lets out a long-suffering sigh too. I know, man.
Addison isn't ugly, far from it with long honey-blonde hair and ice blue eyes, and boobs big enough to fill your hands. But she's also attention-hungry and disloyal. That's two things I can't have in a girlfriend or even just for a night.
"Hi, boys." She says in an irritating breathy voice. Also, she's goddamn annoying.
"Hey," I say taking another bite and not paying her the attention she wants. Even Dylan just nods ignoring her too.
"Are you coming to the party this weekend?" She asks with a pout.
"Maybe." We probably will but if she knows for sure she'll start plotting.
"Well, I hope you can." She simpers before sashaying away, thank fuck. We continue eating before Dylan starts annoyingly swatting at my arm. I look over and I see what caught my best friend's attention. I must say, he has excellent taste.
A tiny curvy thing in a leather jacket struts through the diner with a tall man in a suit. She can't be more than five feet tall with a sweet smile and big innocent green eyes. Her tumble of black hair is tied back and bounces along her back as she moves. I would corrupt her in no time. Nothing sounds better right now.
The man she's with leads her to a booth and I watch her order with another sweet smile. The man with her leaves her alone to go to the back, probably the washroom. This is my chance. I'm just about to stand to go shoot my shot when fucking Tyler Moore swaggers up to her table.
Dylan and I watch as he says something to her and her eyebrow quirks up. Her sweet smile turns deadly and it's hotter than hell. I watch as she turns to him and leans in to whisper something into his ear. I don't know what she says but Moore goes pale and slowly backs away from her.
"I think I'm in love," I mutter. I admit, love is a strong word. But then I see Moore stop another guy from bothering her with wide eyes and a hurried shake of his head. I look back at her and she’s back to being sweet as pie and I'm a goner. I need to know more about this vicious girl.
I miss my chance again when the guy in the suit comes back from the bathroom. He looks familiar but I can't place him. They look alike so he's probably her dad and not some sugar daddy. God, I hope not.
We watch her smile when she gets her burger and I groan when she takes a big bite. She seems quiet. The guy across from her does most of the talking while she nods and eats.
"Okay, we look like stalkers," I mumble to Dylan who just chuckles to himself but I can't seem to take my eyes off her.
“We? You're the one drooling.” He snorts and I hate that my hand moves on it's own to check. Thankfully, I’m not. Dylan is just an asshole.
I keep a less obvious eye on her now as they finish up and her dad leaves her again. Again, I'm thwarted but this time Kennedy slides into the booth across fromher. I like Kennedy. She's cool. Funny, loyal, smart. If she wasn't gay I would be after her in a heartbeat.
She says something to my girl making her laugh. It's a beautiful sound. I suck in a breath and I let out a embarrassing sigh as I gawk making Dylan chuckle.
"Okay, we gotta leave before you embarrass yourself." He decides standing up. We make our way to the door with one last glance at my girl and I catch her gaze. I nod once and leave. Hopefully, I'll see her again.
Dylan and I make our way to our bikes and pull onto the road and head to the gym. My mind keeps wandering back to my girl. The look on her face when she scared Moore was the sexiest thing ever.
She looked so sweet but she might not be all she seems. I can't wait to find out.
4
Grace
Kennedy sits across from me with her bright magenta hair and friendly smile. I like her, she seems to actually want to be friends.
The guy from earlier was a slime ball. Propositioning me, asking if he could be my new sugar daddy. Gross. I told him if he didn't back the fuck off I'd gut him. I even put a little bit of metal behind the threat to get the point across.
"So, you're starting school tomorrow? Do you want a ride?" Kennedy offers.
"That would be great. It will be nice to know someone." I admit.
"Oh, I bet. Don't worry I won't feed you to the wolves." She grins. "It's not that bad though. You just need to navigate the hoards of bitches and assholes." I can't help but laugh at that. She is my people. "Where am I picking you up?"
"Do you know where Andras Van Doren lives?" I ask realizing I don't know the address yet.
"Oh yeah." She says like it's obvious.
"He's my uncle. I'm staying with him," I say easily... or what I hope passes for easily. No big deal. Fake it ‘til you make it.
