Page 18 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I’d never seen these girls in my life. Not that I could remember anyway. They had those pretty, generic faces that were instantly forgettable.
The opposite of Evie, who looked like something a skilled artist would envision and bring to life. Sculpted cheekbones, razor-sharp like her tongue, bronzed skin stretched over bone and muscle, and a beating heart she guarded and protected beneath a coat of impenetrable armor.
Except it wasn’t. Impenetrable, I mean. I’d seen the chinks in her armor.
I dragged my attention back to the girls, focusing on the one who had claimed to know me. “Listen, babe. I don’t even know your damn name, and I’ve never talked to either of you. Let’s keep it that way, yeah? And if you think this is Shiloh Leroux, you must be fucking stoned. So why don’t you back away from my family and go post some of those duck-faced selfies?”
Their eyes widened, but they scurried away, doing as I’d asked.
My gaze returned to Evie. She was leaning against the wall by the register, sucking on a red Blow Pop that matched her lip gloss. She wore an oversized flannel over a tank top that exposed a strip of sun-bronzed skin, cutoffs, and a look of disdain.
When she caught me watching, she sucked harder on the lollipop. Her cheeks were hollowed, and her eyelids were at half-mast. She popped the sucker out of her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue around it before tracing her lips with it, her eyes never leaving my face. And just like that, I had a semi and an intense craving to taste the cherry on her lips.
What I wouldn’t give to have those damn lips wrapped around my cock.
The smirk on her face told me she was fully aware of her effect on me.
Such a temptress,Eve. If she offered me an apple, she’d probably poison it first.
Next to her, Kurt was slouched against the wall, looking like a Nirvana reject. I wasn’t worried about him. By the time we returned to school, he’d be gone. If he even lasted the summer.
They took their food to go, and I returned to my seat at the family table.
It was the only time I saw her that summer, but it was enough to fuel the fire.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Evie
It was my unlucky night.I blamed it on the full harvest moon and the asshole who stumbled into the diner Friday night after the game.
He was the last to arrive. I watched him through the window where he stood in the parking lot guzzling Gatorade from a plastic bottle. Then he tossed the bottle, pushed through the front door, and almost face-planted on the black and white tiled floor.
With a laugh, he grabbed the Please Wait To Be Seated sign on a metal pole to steady himself. The sign crashed to the floor, and he toppled like a Jenga tower, drawing a few curious glances and audible gasps.
“What the hell?” He glared at the sign like it was to blame. It would have been funny if this whole scene wasn’t so pathetic.
I strode over to him, with his teammates close on my heels.
“You need to go.” I pointed to the door behind him.
Ridge got to his feet, weaving a little. “S’up, Evie?” He lurched forward, and I took a step back so he wouldn’t take me down with him.
Even from a foot away, I could smell the liquor on his breath.
“You look good tonight. Real good.”
His eyes were so glassy I doubted he could even see me clearly. Our star wide receiver must have started drinking as soon as he hit the locker room. But everyone was always making excuses for him.
Pretty sure he could get away with double homicide, and the entire town would turn a blind eye just so he could finish the season.
Cypress Springs High would do anything to secure that state championship.
“Come on, McCallister,” Walker said. “We need to get some food in you.”
“He’s not welcome here.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Take him somewhere else.”
“He’s having a rough night,” Troy said.
