Headstrong Like Us (Like Us, #6)

by Krista Ritchie

“Being shot down for a kiss is like face-planting when you’re trying to accept a participation award. And it was legitimately awkward. You know what, he stared at me for a full-second like I spoke fucking Thebulan from Luna’s tentacle smut.” Donnelly hops up on the balcony railing. “That’s my favorite smut.” “Exactly.” Oscar gestures to him. “Where’d you come from?” “Bathroom.” Donnelly slips a cigarette behind his ear and gives me a rising smile. “Dr. Hale.” Feels good to hear my last name. “What are we talking ‘bout?” His South Philly accent is thick. I motion to Oscar. He sighs. “I asked Highland if I could kiss him, and I was rejected.” Donnelly nods. “At least you asked for consent.” Oscar blinks, deer-in-the-headlights. Reliving the embarrassment. Now I do feel badly. “Did Jack say anything to you?” “Yeah.” Oscar expels a heavier breath. “He said, thanks, but I’m straight.” I cringe. “Don’t even say it,” Oscar tells me. I’m going to say it. “I told you not to fall for a straight boy.” He lets out a rough sigh. “I had to give it a shot. He’s hot and he’s stolen three pieces of my wardrobe already.” “Yeah?” I frown. “Yeah, he’s got my bandana, my sweatshirt, and he borrowed my extra belt this morning.” He shakes his head. “You bet your ass when I can stare the guy in the eyes again, I’m collecting all that shit.” He touches his chest. “I could land just about anyone. I’m a ten, and I can’t keep doing this.” He’s frustrated. “It’ll be okay,” I tell him. Donnelly hops of...

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