Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
My right eye twitches as I look at the text on my phone.
Sean: can't leave early today
Sean: intense practice
Sean: will u be able to get home by yourself?
Me: what? you expect me to walk home now???
Sean: ask your friend
Me: Riley?
Sean: that's the one
Me: EVERYONE LEFT!
Sean: u can wait until practice is over
Me: how long will that take?
Sean: four hours
Ah, fuck it!
I'm sure as hell not gonna wait for four hours!
Me: fuck u I'll walk home
Sean: be safe
Me: shove it up your asss
Sean: text me when you get home
Me: shove. It.
This cannot be happening to me. I internally groan. Stupid fucking Sean and his stupid fucking football practice! I can't even blame him. I know how much he values the sport and his position as the captain of the team. Just like how I value my position as Cheer Captain.
I place my phone back into my purse, looking at the street ahead of me with disdain. Huffing out a resigned annoyed breath, I start the dreadful journey ahead towards home.
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I guess it isn't that bad walking home. I find an ice cream man and grab a huge cherry and chocolate cone. At least this little sweet will keep me company.
It's a cloudy day that I'm hella glad for it or else I would've been mega-pissed right now. I don't wanna end up at home with sunburns and a tomato face that Dad will probably laugh his ass off at before helping me with it.
I'm halfway home when I feel someone's presence behind me.
For a second, I ignore the feeling, shrugging it off.
But the feeling doesn't seem to ignore me in return. It keeps following me, sticking itself to my back.
I finally pause and turn around.
I expected to see some creepy guy with a broken tooth or something – because come on, that's what a girl's gonna expect when she feels as if she's being followed (at least I do).
