Graham (Scandalous Boys Book 2) Read Free

math test, and I’m glad she’s checking in on me, but math is the furthest thing from my mind. What I want to discuss is my WTF moment at work with her best friend, Graham-freaking-Nichols. I indulge her for a bit though. “Yeah. I think it went okay.”
    “You sound … erm … odd,” she says. “Are you all right?”
    Hell-effing-no, I’m not all right! I saw Graham today. The guy I’m still in love with. The guy who will own my heart forever. The guy I purposely started dating to piss off Maddy and wound up head over heels for. Because Maddy and I had to work at being friends and not enemies with each other. I did everything in my power to piss her off. I saw the way her eyes lit up at the first mention of Graham and how she ran down the stairs to greet him. Yeah, I was a world-class bitch. There, I said it. But why was I so mean to Madison? For a long time I thought Madison knew that were kind-of-sisters and hid it from me. And I was extremely jealous of her—who wouldn’t be? Maddy is smart, pretty, talented, and she’s got a hot guy who adores her. Also, her parents are really cool people and a close-knit bunch. Whereas my parents and I are … not. The Issacs’ idea of family time is movies, family vacations, game nights—that kind of stuff. My parents’ idea of family time was throwing money at me while they did whatever they wanted without me. Until one day the FBI came and took them both to jail. Because my parents are crooks.
    “I’m fine. At least, I will be. I just … I ran into Graham.”
    “Graham? Why would you run into him?”
    I almost snap at her, “How the hell am I supposed to know?” She and her boyfriend are BFFs with him, not me. I mean, hello ! But hey, Maddy sounds as clueless as I am. Maybe Graham hasn’t told them. But why not? “I don’t know, he didn’t tell me. He mostly grumbled and growled. He still hates me.”
    “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t hate you, Sarah. He’s just … he’s probably still a little hurt. Anyway, you were bound to run into him at some point. You most likely won’t see him again until Thanksgiving or maybe Christmas. I wouldn’t stress too much about it.”
    I roll my eyes as I turn onto her parents’ street. “I hope he never runs into me again.” Okay, I don’t actually mean that. I just wish he didn’t look at me like I stole his soul. That’s what I hope to never see again.
    “So, other than that drama, how’s everything else?”
    “Fine. Henry asked me out again. Ugh. I swear I’m going to slip poison in his sweet tea if he keeps it up. How many times must I say no before he gets the freaking clue that I’m never going out with him?”
    “Tell him you’re into women,” Bryce says.
    My face instantly heats. “Oh my God! Did you put me on speaker?”
    “I had to, sorry. I’m trying to chop veggies while talking to you.”
    “Whatever. I’ve got to do some homework. Good night, you two.”
    “Night,” they both say, and I hang up.
    Dragging myself into my bedroom, I shut the door and plop down on my bed. I’m exhausted. I should take a shower. I should go downstairs and get some food in me. I should do my homework, or start on it, since it’s not due until Friday. But I don’t. I let my eyes fall shut and sleep takes over.

Chapter Three
     
    Graham
     
     
    A question plagues me while I’m at my first stupid AA meeting: why is Sarah Morris still here? She should be off gallivanting the fucking world. Modeling or some shit like that. Instead, her sunshine locks are red, and boy, did she feel like fire. I’m not getting burned by her again. But fuck, if I said one look at her didn’t get me a chub, I’d be lying. Damn woman still turns me on.
    “Would anyone like to come up here and tell their story?” some old guy asks.
    A thin woman with dark hair and three deep scars on her face steps up to the stage. “I’m Marge.”
    Everyone mumbles, “Hey,” except me.
    “I’ve been sober for ten years. It’s a