Graham (Scandalous Boys Book 2) Read Free Page B

is. Maddy would be the first to say, “Oh, its fate.” Let me be real clear on this right now: I do not believe in fate! I think it’s just a girlish notion that makes women believe in fairy-tale crap that may or may not coincidentally happen.
    If I’d known I would be walking into this sort of situation, I’d have bit the bullet and served my sentence at my dad’s house in Little Rock. Even if the man is the biggest prick on the planet, I’d definitely would’ve taken all his insults about what a loser I am over this shit any day. But no, I’m stuck in this hellhole with my mom’s scrutinizing glare.
    I want some weed. Stupid piss test!
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Next morning, I decide to take a drive. While I’m in the garage about to get into my car, douchebag Bob walks in and says, “Hey, son. How are you holding up?”
    This is why I call him a douchebag. “I’m not your son,” I growl.
    “Listen, I know we don’t exactly see eye to eye. We haven’t even really gotten to know each other. But I’d like to change that.”
    I glare at him. This twat obviously needs to get with reality. Somehow I refrain from rolling my eyes and open my car door. He starts to say something else, but I hold up my hand. “Bob, look. I’m sure you’re a nice person. But let me be real with you. I’m perfectly fine not knowing you. Hell, man, if we never speak to each other that would be better.” He frowns. “Five months from now, you’re going to be just another face that was in this house, and another dumbfuck will replace you.”
    There. That should stop him from trying to buddy up to me. His mouth hangs open. I slide into my car and drive off.
    I’m coasting through town and hit the red light right beside the damn grocery store. Off in the distance, I spot a girl getting out of a powder-blue car. “Son of a …” Beeep! Yeah, some asshole behind me is honking because the light’s green. I flip him off and turn into the one place I should probably avoid for life.
    Zooming into a spot next to her car, I park and get out. She hasn’t noticed me. She’s hunched over, digging out something from inside her trunk.
    “Why are you still here?” I ask.
    She flinches. I watch as her back stiffens, and then she turns those baby blues that I swear possess the sea onto me. “I … had to. Why are you here?” Her tone is defensive.
    “We’re not talking about me right now. We’re talking about you. Did you not get your trust fund or something?”
    She lowers her lashes. “That’s my business.” She shuts her trunk, slings a backpack over her shoulder, then turns away from me. I grip her arm to stop her from leaving. With a fiery glare, she snaps, “I’ve got to go to work.”
    I don’t loosen my grip but, instead, snort. “Been working here long then?”
    “I don’t have time for pop quizzes. I have to clock in.” She jerks herself from my grip and begins to walk. “Good-bye, Graham.”
    “I’m not finished.”
    She pins me with a piercing stare. “Well, I am.” Then she stomps off into the store.
    I run my fingers through my hair. That damn girl. I want to kiss her and bend her over her car. I want to nail her to the wall and make her scream my name. And why the hell do I also want her to be in that ugly-ass cashier uniform? I’ve got no idea, except that she makes it look hot as hell.
    I check the time on my phone. Shit. I need to be at my appointment in twenty minutes. Guess I’ll have to talk to her later.

Chapter Four
     
    Sarah
     
     
    My heart hammers away in my chest as I walk away from him. The glass doors slide open, and I step in. Cool air smacks me in the face, and I take a deep breath and head to the back, where the employee area is.
    I shove my backpack, along with the outfit I had on at school, into my locker then shut the door. The hammering in my chest still hasn’t settled. As I make my way to the front to clock in, Michelle, my only friend here at work, waves to me. “Hey,