Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

34 | Tombstone

This chapter is not as dramatic as its title sounds. Or is it? Hmmm... ;)

Welcome back! I can't wait to spill the beans on this chapter and discuss with you already here, BUT, I must contain myself and let you read on.  Without further ado... 

Chapter 34: Tombstone

I don't want to go off on a whole tangent here but why is it that my legacy at this school is as Luke Dawson's odd ball girlfriend? Will that be on my tombstone?

'Here lies Luke Dawson's high school girlfriend-'

Ex-girlfriend to be fair.

I've been upgraded.

Ha.

It's also a great reminder to not be buried in this town. Maybe I can wander off and spend my days on a farm somewhere. My tombstone could then read:

Here lies the old lady with a cat who always came to the market for milk - and always returned home.

Unlike someone I used to know....

I stared at this Alfred character, wondering why he would have the nerve to tell me he's heard about my dating life when we literally just met. I'm used to the snickers and the stares from random strangers but the Mathletes are meant to be different.

They're meant to be like Joe.

Joe, who only judges me based on my math performance.

Which hasn't been going great lately...

Oh and I guess Kaden is a mathlete. Only on a technicality. I've erased him from my memory so he's just the gray fuzzy screen movies use to cover up sensitive parts.

What are they called again? Censors bars? Pixels?

Alfred droned on, "I just want to be transparent that I have heard about you. And, mostly, that you used to be dating-"

"Me."

Now there's a voice I can listen to all day.

Why does he sound so good? Like if melting chocolate had a ringtone... that's what Luke Dawson sounds like.

I inhaled sharply and turned around, not wanting to let go of my breath because I know I'd do something wrong.

He was standing right behind me. So close behind me that, when I turned, I almost turned into him.

I gulped and looked up.

Breathe.

Up at his chiseled jawbone and the way his adam's apple lowered as he swallowed and looked down at me. His shoulders were broad and, since he made the stupid decision to wear a t-shirt today, I could see his tanned arms and muscular triceps.

He smells so good, that it brings me straight back to lying in his bed a few weeks ago, wrapped up in his sheets...why was he standing this close in the first place? Is he doing this on purpose?

This boy does everything on purpose.

It makes me feel all kinds of ways.

He's testing me. I didn't want to look into his eyes though I felt them looking at me. Don't. Look. At. Him.

His steaming blue eyes-

Drat.

"Luke!" Joe perked up, diffusing the tension and hopping to lean his weight on his left leg, "Hi, it's nice to see you again."