Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Hey, mean-ass.” I flop down on the couch next to her, kicking my bare feet up on the coffee table. “What are you doing here?”
“Dad and Jace are watching football.” She cringes. “They’re so loud.”
I study her soft, feminine features. Penny is one of those naturally pretty girls like Charlotte, but she frowns so goddamn much you almost don’t notice. Of course I notice. My dick notices pretty things. Getting my head cracked open like an egg didn’t change shit where that’s concerned.
“It’s quiet here,” she says, hugging her knees that are pulled to her chest. Penny is covered in layers. Thick socks. Sweatpants. Hoodie.
“Thank fuck,” I murmur. “What happened today?”
Her blue eyes harden and her lips thin out as she presses them together. “I played like shit.” She shrugs. “Blame my period.”
“Don’t lie,” I drawl out. “We both know something set you off.”
She swallows, her throat moving in a way that draws the eye. “I like to dribble.”
“So you had a meltdown when I wouldn’t let you?”
“Stop talking.”
I arch a brow at her, noting how she shudders. Her fingers mash at her phone as she turns up the volume. My eyes flick to see what song she’s using to drown me out.
White noise.
Not the song, the sound.
She shoves her phone inside the pocket of her hoodie, closing her eyes. I study her features, wondering what’s going on with her. Drugs? Penny doesn’t seem the type. She’s an athlete through and through. Cares too much about being the best—which she fucking is. Despite her meltdown, she killed it today. The team is lucky to have her.
Penny cracks an eye open. When she catches me staring, her nostrils flare, and she smashes her eyes closed again. A smile tugs at my lips. She’s such a brat. A cute one, but still a brat. Always up in everyone’s shit, throwing shade at them like it’s her job in life.
She’s wearing her blond hair in a ponytail like usual. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with it down. Ever. I’ve known her since before she hit puberty. Back when she was one of those zombie kids obsessed with her iPad and shit. It’s fascinating to me that she changed so much over the years.
Reaching over, I tap on her pert nose, getting her attention. She pulls the headphones off, her signature scowl morphing her features.
“Staring’s rude, Humpty Dumpty.”
“I wasn’t done talking to you,” I murmur. “You can’t shut people out because you don’t want to talk to them.”
I’ve hit a nerve because she bristles.
“What?” she demands, fatigue in her voice. “Are you going tell me I played like shit? That I won’t make the team?”
No tears or wobble of her lip. Nothing.
Expressionless. Seemingly uncaring.
Her eyes don’t lie, though. They flash with shame.
“You goofed on one drill,” I admit, “but, let’s be real, Penny. You whipped everyone’s ass today.”
Her blue eyes widen slightly. “I can do better.”
“I don’t doubt it.” I reach over, tugging at a loose strand of blond hair. “You made the team in case you were worried. You and Tierra both.”
She relaxes, the tension bleeding from her body. “Good.”
“You going to Roan’s New Year’s gig?”
“It’s either that or hang out with Jace and Dad.” Her lip curls up. “I’m not eager to spend an evening watching Dad suck the face off his girlfriend while Jace watches.”
“He watches them make out?” I ask, amused by this tidbit of information.
“Jace is a freak,” she reveals. “I bet he did all sorts of freaky shit in prison. Probably had orgies with guards and stuff.” Her eyes flash with wickedness. “We should ask Jordy if he was into it too.”
I smother a laugh as I imagine Penny asking Jordy what sort of sexual shit he got up to while in the pen. That poor fucking guy will never live that shit down. I sure hope Little Hoodlum was worth it all.
“Keep your ten-inch dick away from my little sister,” Cal says as he saunters into the living room.
She flips him the bird before retreating back to her headphones. Cal’s an idiot. Like I’d be trying to get into the pants of Penny English. A fucking teenager. I’m too old for her, not to mention, I prefer my women sweet.
Penny is fucking sour.
She’s way cooler as a friend who likes to give me shit any way she can.
Still, I can admit she’s pretty. She’ll make some guy her age very happy one day. Or girl. Hell, maybe she’s bumping uglies with my cousin for all I know.
The thought of Tierra fucking anyone makes me cringe.
Fucking gross.
“Dude,” Cal mutters, punching me in the arm with his good hand as he plops down on the other side of me. “What’s going on?”
I tear my stare from Penny’s nose that I only noticed tonight is sprinkled with a dash of freckles. “Hmm?”