Page 62 of Crazy for You
“I thought Colton didn’t want anything to do with Amanda?” the petite brunette of the three asked.
I wondered briefly if the brunette was the same one who’d had her tongue down Colton’s throat the week before.
The blonde shrugged. “I guess that was just a rumor.”
Rage seized my muscles. I gulped down a growl.What the fuck?So many things ricocheted off the inside of my skull, faster than a rocket shooting into outer space.
Mia jogged up to me, out of breath. “Girl, what’s wrong?”
I lifted my chin. “Can you tell Georgia I’ll call her later? I have something to do.”
I set my skateboard down, ready to ride like the freaking wind, when Mia’s nails dug into my arm. “Wait. What’s going on?” Her hazel eyes were filled with fear. “Is it your dad?”
Air punched from my lungs. “God, no.” The minute the words came out of my mouth, I felt the need to lose my lunch. Since school was out for the day, I didn’t have any way for Nan to get ahold of me. “I need to go.”
She wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her hand. “I’m almost done here. I can give you a ride.”
“I want to skate.” As I hopped on my board, tears stung my eyes.
“Skye!” Mia shouted.
I waved her off. “I’m fine.” That was the biggest lie I’d ever told. I was far from fine. I was about to break down. I was about to have the worst crying session yet.
Hearing that Colton was at Amanda’s felt like someone was carving out a hole in my chest. I skated past the three girls until they climbed the grassy knoll up to the parking lot. When I reached the cement stairs, I had no choice but to get off my board.
I took the steps two at a time, grinding my molars down to nothing and shaking my head like I had some sort of nervous tic. Once on the parking lot pavement, I got on my board, ready to blow that popsicle stand, when I spied a certain guy with shoulder-length hair. I wavered, practically falling off my board.
Great. Way to make an idiot out of myself.
Colton rushed over like a Greek god ready to save the woman he loved.
A maniacal laugh barreled out of me like an F-5 tornado as I managed to stay on two feet. My skateboard, though, decided it’d had enough of me and traveled toward Colton’s truck like the stupid piece of wood missed him.
Thank God his truck was parked. I would seriously deconstruct into a blubbering mess if the one thing in my life that kept me sane busted once again.
Colton’s strong hand latched onto my arm. “Are you okay? Is it your dad?”
Words were on the tip of my tongue, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out, which was a good thing. I would have stuck my foot in my mouth and said something brilliantly stupid, such as “How’s Amanda? Did you screw her again?”
He prodded me with those brown eyes, drinking me in and revving my pulse.
We stared at one another until a car drove up, breaking our connection.
I pushed out the breath I’d been holding until I saw the driver. Then I laughed again. Amanda fucking Gelling was behind the wheel of her convertible, looking beautiful with her auburn hair tied up on her head, diamond-stud earrings sparkling, and an off-the-shoulder blouse that gave her a seductive vibe.
The need to scream was strong, but I straightened my spine and plastered on a fake smile. I wasn’t about to show my jealousy. Dad had taught me to be the bigger person.Don’t ever let them see you sweat.
It was probably too late for that. I was sweating like a pig. Dad had meant it metaphorically.
“Amanda.” My tone was as sweet as I could make it. “Did your mom sell that house on Pony Circle in Crane Plantation?”
She looked at me like I had five heads. “Why would you want to know that?”
Colton tucked his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, which were hugging his body nicely, and inclined his head.
No harm in telling them the truth. “My mom designed that house. I lived there until she passed away.” I wouldn’t expect her to know any of that. We’d never been close friends.
“That’s a badass house,” Colton said.
