The next day, Jace begs me to spend some time with him. It surprises me some, but it also makes me happy that he wants to spend some time with me. I definitely accept and I let Jake know what's going on so he won't expect me.
Jace and I begin our day with a fun walk to the park to play some frisbee golf. Jace will obviously kick my butt at it, but it doesn't matter to me. What matters is that we're hanging out and he's not spending any time with his drinking friends.
"I'm going to beat you at this," I tell Jace, trying to rile him up.
"You? Beat me? Please," Jace smirks, tossing a frisbee at me. "You can't keep up with all this," he gestures to himself.
"You sort of have an unfair advantage and you know it," I tell him, catching the frisbee. "You've got seven inches on me. That's seven inches of length that make you better."
"It sucks to suck, doesn't it?" Jace laughs evilly and I roll my eyes, throwing my frisbee at the frisbee gold catcher. It misses by a long shot and I see Jace smirking in my peripheral vision.
"Cute, Sammy," he chuckles. "That's real cute."
"Thanks, I try." I smile at him sarcastically and start walking to retrieve my frisbee. He throws it and to my surprise, his goes off even further than mine does.
"Oh-"
"Dang!" I yell back, substituting his curse word. "Jace! Language!"
"Sorry. It's just I thought I was going to put it right in. The wind must be blowing," he says, shrugging.
"Oh, sure," I smirk and throw my frisbee toward the catcher again. This time it goes in and I erupt with cheers of victory.
"Yes! That only took two throws!" I exclaim.
"Sam has a new record!" Jace teases. I drop my jaw and charge at him to tackle him. He starts laughing and takes off running, leaving me in the dust.
"Jace," I whine, coming to a stop, "come back!"
"I'm good!" he hollers behind him and I stomp my foot angrily. I need to start running daily; my speed is pathetic. There's no way I'm going to be able to catch up with him, so I use another way to get his attention.
"Looks like I'm going to win!" I call, starting to jog toward the frisbees.
Yup, this sends him sprinting back.
Jace does indeed win, but not by much. His game isn't on as much as normal and it confuses me, but as we kept playing, he started improving. Sadly for me, it just wasn't quite enough to beat him.
"Victory!" he cheers, throwing his frisbee in the air and catching it. I watch with an annoyed face and push him competitively.
"Only because you cheated," I stick my tongue out at him.
"You can't deny the obvious fact that I'm a champion, Sam," he says, patting my head. I swat his hand away swiftly in annoyance.
"What should we do now?" I wonder, flicking his snapback off his head to make him mad.
"Ice cream sounds pretty amazing," he says, narrowing his eyes at me. I smile innocently as he bends down to pick up his hat, but he pauses as he starts to stand up.
"Who is that?" he asks, squinting his eyes toward the park's grove of trees. I turn my head to see what he's talking about, but it looks empty to me.
"Where?" I ask.
"If I'm not blind, I could swear that's Hadley," he says angrily.
"You're probably blind," I say, trying to figure out what he's talking about. It hasn't occurred to me what he's freaking out about yet.
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The Bad Boy's Sister 2
Teen FictionBeing the bad boy's sister is not easy, especially for Samantha McFarland. Her older brother, Jace McFarland, has a mind like nobody else and he always knows how to cause trouble, especially now that Samantha and Jace are graduated from high school...