Love You Now Read online M. Robinson (Love Hurts Duet #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Love Hurts Duet Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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So fuckin’ annoyin’.

“There’s the little cockblocker now,” I heard Willow mutter to her squad of brainless cheerleaders, loud enough for me to hear.

Bite your tongue, Harley. Just bite your tongue.

“She just stood there and watched us fucking. She’s so obsessed with him. Can you say stalk much?”

Their girly ass laughs echoed through the hall.

“I’m going to tell Jackson to get a restraining order or something against her. The girl obviously needs help. I mean, look at how she dresses. Gawd, she’s such a mess.”

Sticks and stones ... sticks and stones...

“Who cares about her, Willow.” The blonde smacked her gum. “Obviously, Jackson doesn’t, and you shouldn’t either.”

It took everything inside me to walk away, but I did. Knowin’ it would just get back to him, and the last thing I wanted was for Jackson to think I cared about him and his dumbass twat girlfriend.

I went straight to my locker, grabbin’ my books for first period, about to haul ass to class.

When I felt someone come up behind me, I turned, boomin’, “Jackson—”

“You would think it was Jackson,” Willow spewed with her arms crossed over her chest, pushin’ her boobs up to her neck. Her hip cocked, ready to go to battle.

With me.

“Willow,” I coaxed in a soft tone. “I’m a Jameson. I advise you to get the hell out of my face, before I make you.”

She smiled, archin’ an eyebrow. “Did you actually think Jackson was saving himself for you? Oh God, Harley...” She cackled. “He can’t stand you.”

“The feelin’ is very much mutual, Malibu Barbie. You probably wouldn’t have realized that, though, considerin’ you’re still standin’ in my face. I guess you are as dumb as you look.”

She eyed me up and down, stoppin’ her bitchy glare right at my chest. “I can see why Jackson makes fun of you all the time. We laugh our asses off at your no sense of style and your uh...” Her eyes snapped to mine, gesturin’ toward my chest. “Little girl body.”

“Funny, he hasn’t mentioned you at all,” I played it off like what she just said didn’t hurt me. When in fact, it did.

A lot.

He made fun of me with her?

“Well.” I shrugged. “I’m not insecure enough to get fake ones. Daddy’s graduation present, right?”

“You stupid bitch, these are mine.”

“I guess you could say that, especially since you did pay for them.”

“Gremlin,” she mocked. “Stay away from my guy. Or next time you see me, I won’t be so nice.”

“Nice isn’t exactly what I would label this particular conversation, but whatever. Besides, I’m not the one you should be sayin’ this to. Jackson just used you to get his dick wet but ran after me. Remember?”

She narrowed her gaze at me, steppin’ back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“That was a warnin’? I thought you were bein’ nice?” I smirked, cockin’ my head to the side.

She shook her head, scoffin’ out, “At the end of the day, I have something you never will.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Jackson.”

I swallowed hard, feelin’ her words cut deep within my skin as I watched her leave. Pretendin’ like what she just said wasn’t the truth, I turned back around about to shut my locker.

Except, I came face to face with the asshole himself.

“Think you can blow me off like that, Gremlin?”

His sharp tone makin’ me jump outta my skin. For the first time, his name for me hurt in ways it never had before.

I didn’t say a word, not one word. I had nothin’ left to say to him.

Nothin’.

Instead, I quickly snapped out of this magnetic pull he had on me. With a hard slam of my locker door, I walked away from him without so much as a second glance in his direction.

You see, over the years what my memaw once said to me proved to be true. Jackson hated bein’ ignored. I could stand there and yell at him until I was blue in the face, and it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. It’d go in one ear and come out the other.

He had to have control...

With himself.

In life.

And especially, over me.

“Gremlin,” he strained in my ear, walkin’ close beside me. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Come on, give me some fuckin’ credit ... I invented this game.”

I didn’t pay him any mind, didn’t even bat my lashes at his pretty boy face. To me, he didn’t exist. He burned that bridge this weekend when he lied to me before fuckin’ Willow under the pier. Probably for the hundredth time.

If he thought things were going to stay the same between us, he was in for a rude awakenin’. Not that it would stop him.

Nothin’ ever did.

I walked faster, and he grabbed my arm. “For fuck sake, can you just let me explain?”

“Miss Dawson!” I shouted across the hall. “I need to ask you about our paper that’s due this week!”



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