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
