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“You said you’ve got no one here to turn to.” He shrugged, held out his arms, and looked himself up and down. “Well, I’m here.” I frowned at him because I had no idea why he was still here.
“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
Maybe she thought I hadn’t heard her at the ice rink. Or that I didn’t recognize her. Impossible. Violet wasn’t the kind of girl you forgot.
and when she wasn’t glaring at me she looked like she could have stepped right out of a fairy tale—well, fallen out of one in her case.
He’s finally decided that the constant stream of girls throwing themselves at him isn’t nearly as fun as stalking some girl he met on the side of the road, one who’s already got a boyfriend. Our brother is just trying to follow his heart. Who are we to stop him?”
“Oh . . .” I flushed, surprised he’d gone to so much trouble for me. “That’s really nice of you guys.” “What can I say, us Darling boys are well known for our selfless good deeds.” Parker grinned, clearly well aware how untrue that statement was.
What do you say, Violet? Want to be friends with us?” His tone was playful, but I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just messing with me. “I’d make a great bestie.”
“So, bestie, I hear you have a boyfriend,” Parker said.
Guarantee that they actually will be besties
There were a few things I was certain of though. I was right; hockey players were pigs. My mom was right; jocks couldn’t be trusted. And Reed was right; I deserved better.
“You know you should never tell a guy you want to talk. It makes them think you’re about to break up with them.” “I am breaking up with you.”
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it.
You've known her like two days lolllll
“It was bound to happen eventually, Reed,” Matt added with a grin. “You haven’t been late for something since we were in kindergarten. I swear, you’ll turn up early to your own funeral.” “What are you talking about? I was never late for kindergarten.”
Gone was the sweet boy I’d fallen for over the summer, and out of the shadows emerged a new beast—Jerkemy.
If this was what it felt like to kiss a devil, then send me straight to hell.
“There was that time you fell off a treadmill?” “And you just stood there and laughed. Truly a terrible friend.”
Reed is totally hot for you.” “He’s not even lukewarm for me.” “He’s a boiling kettle about to start whistling.”
I’ll be the perfect fake girlfriend. By the end of the night, they’ll all think I’m madly in love with you.” If only. Was it too much to hope that might actually happen?
“No self-cannibalism on family dinner nights,” Mom shouted from the kitchen. “Oh, because it’s totally cool any other night of the week,” Parker grumbled.
“Meanwhile, you’re playing like you’re secretly signed up to a bowling league,” she continued. “Do you come here every Friday night to practice and play in tournaments? Is that why you’re so good?” “No.” “I bet you do.” “I swear I don’t.” “Who’s the team, Reed?” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no team.”
Grayson was smirking slightly from behind her, so I gave him an equally hard look. He was no longer my favorite wingman.
“The coffee table won’t be the only thing injuring you if you keep looking at my niece that way.”
“You’re the same size shoe as my sister,” he said, offering them to me. “And you know that because . . .” “We went bowling together,” he replied. “Not because I have a thing for feet.” “Now, that would be a good rumor.” I smirked. “Maybe I’ll have to start that one on my own.” “Don’t you dare.”
Cammie replied before she started shouting at the ice. “Reed, stop! Go back and fight Hoffman now, or I’ll break your nose!”
“You can call me whatever you want, Sunshine. As long as you call me yours.”
