Page 62 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

Her hands tremble, and the ring pops off, falling to the floor nearby.

I watch the silver glint as it rolls under the speaker. I pull away and

get on my knees, reaching under the speaker to get it back, but when

I turn, I stumble, only able to get one knee up while I hit the ground

on my opposite side.

The audible gasp throughout the room travels at lightning speed.

“Oh my, Percy Elrod is going to propose!”

Everyone looks around in moderate shock while I try to realize where

the hell they’re getting that from. Then again, I’m on one knee,

holding a ring up to a very beautiful woman, while everyone in town

knows some form of gossip that involves us dating.

Biting my bottom lip, I look at her with nothing but fear in my eyes.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. “What do I do?”

She shakes her head, looks at the stunned crowd, but finds those two

familiar faces in the back. Even on my knee, I can see them just as

clearly through a break in the crowd. Ryan looks like he’s holding his

breath so much that he’s pink and ready to pass out.

Farrah looks like she’s just walked in on me in bed with another

woman.

My mind is already made at this point, and the petty side of my

revenge tactic is only exemplified by the fate of this moment.

“Leah Reese,” I say, speaking just loud enough for everyone to hear

me. “Will you marry me?”

She looks panicked, but I can see it in her eyes that she just

understands. She nods profusely, hardly getting the word ‘yes’ out,

before I yank her into my arms and pick her feet up off the floor.

Everyone cheers, the sound echoing off the walls while someone

shouts above the noise.

“Kiss her!”

I look to Leah for this one, unsure what to do now. I can’t just force a

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