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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| 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
I take five steps ahead when her gasp stops me.
"My phone's inside!"
A groan comes out of my mouth as I turn around to face the literal Devil.
"Don't tell me we have to go back in there." I give her a near-pleading look.
"It was on the drinks table."
I raise an eyebrow. "It's probably stolen or lost by now."
She bites her lip. "If dad calls and I don't pick up, he's gonna drive here and hunt me down."
This time I let out my groan.
Part of me wants to leave her back in the party and let her deal with going back home on her own. But another part of me would feel guilty and my mom would smack the shit out of me if she knew what I did.
I pinch the top of my nose, between my eyebrows, sighing.
I look up at Holly. Her grey eyes look a little too big tonight. I avoid looking at them.
"Let me go back in there and get it."
She crosses her arms. "You? Sure that's not your excuse to go inside and party yourself?"
"My name's Castle," I reply dryly. "Not Holly. Stay right here and don't move."
She tilts her head at me, her eyes shining with mischief.
I give her a pointed look. "I mean it."
"Sure. Sure." She nods.
Giving her a skeptical look, I make her sit on a plastic chair outside before going back in there to find her phone.
The number of times people accidentally stepped on my foot, elbowed me and bumped into me skyrockets my annoyance. Not to mention the smell of alcohol and sweat along with the loud music that's giving me a headache.
By the time, I'm out of the house again, my body's heated up with my hair ruffled and a stain of red lipstick on my cheekbone.
Holly raises an eyebrow when she sees me. She's twirling a small flower between her fingers that she probably plucked from the flowerpot behind her.
"Did you get into a fight with someone?" She asks me.
My frown of annoyance deepens. "Here." I thrust the phone in my hand in her direction.
She takes it from me, suppressing a giggle.
"What?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows.
She points to her cheekbone. "You got a little something there."
