Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

I relax slightly, taking him at his word, and he surprises me by stepping forward to grasp my wrist. “I need that scholarship, Huck,” he says again, eyes burning into mine with such intensity that I find myself drowning in their oceanic depths. “I’m not good like you. I don’t have the potential of a full ride or wealthy parents. I really don’t give a shit about football. Motocross is my life—the only thing that matters to me. And with the possibility of college, I can actually leave this place and make something of myself. So you see, don’t you? I can’t risk losing everything.” “Okay, I get it,” I grumble, because really, I do. I understand. We are similar in that I don’t really care about football, either. But I’m good at it, and it offers me a chance to leave this town for good. So I get it. What I don’t get, though… “So tell me why you turned into such a jackass,” I demand, pulling my wrist from his grip. “After the eighth grade. Why did you hate me so much?” Taylor sighs, covering his eyes again with a hand. “I was a little...obsessed with you,” he admits, grinning sheepishly, and I hate how fucking cute it makes him look. “Even more so after we...kissed. My father kind of caught on and made some comments, pretty much told me that if he caught us hanging out again, he’d take my dirt bike away.” I go still. “Your bike?” He’s kidding, right? “Yeah. So I pretended to hate you even though I didn’t. And I guess, over the years, it just kind of became easier to lie to myself...