" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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I put the box with cupcakes on my lap once I settled in my car's passenger seat. Still can't believe I agreed that Avalon can take my car for a drive to the basketball court. Well, not that I mind. It's just she loves to speed and I on the second hand hate it. I've witnessed too many families' deaths because of it.
Sighing, I relax against the cushion in relief. Today was awesome but it was exhausting. I could never think that my second day would be this draining.
" Why can't I have one now? There's plenty for seconds, " Caleb whispers near my ear.
I wave him off and hear him scoff.
" There are only seven, Caleb, " Avalon explained and drove the car out of its parking spot, "Plus, if anyone deserves that cupcake it's me. "
I side-eye her and Caleb snorts.
" I need the sugar. And you want to cut. I don't think you want to add extra calories to your diet. "
I snicker at her silence. He got her right where it hurt.
" Well, " she clears her throat to gain extra time to think of a witty response. We stare at her, waiting patiently and when she doesn't say anything, we look at one another and cackle.
" Oh, I hate the two of you, " she bites.
Our laughter booms.
" Come on, Ava babe. We could share, " he pleaded.
" You are a child to go on about a stupid cupcake like this, " Avalon insults.
He grins and winks. I shake my head.
" I'll cut it in three parts if you could find a knife for me to do so, " I say and watch his eyes light up in excitement and die again in a time of seconds. I smirk in my wickedness.
" You're a bitch for doing that. "
Avalon gasped but I could only laugh.
" I agreed to give you a third of a cupcake. "
" In which I must first find a knife for you. Do you see any goddamn knife lying around? "
My smirk widens and he looks at me in caution.
" You have a knife lying around? "
I snicker and brush off the entire situation.
" No. I was joking. "
His sigh is heavy: as if he was concerned I might have one lying around to kill somebody. I stare at him plainly and shake my head, disheartened he thought of me in such a way.
" Just for your reaction, I will keep it for my dog. "
He didn't react as I had hoped, instead, he invested his energy in his curiosity. I tut.
