AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Elle. I’m not sure of her last name.”
Cassie’s eyebrows crease as she thinks back. “There was this one girl in my class. I’m pretty sure her name was Elle. Like, super pretty. Petite and blonde, has big blue eyes?”
“Yeah,” I say, sitting up a little straighter. “That’s her.”
“Hold on,” Bri says, looking at me funny. “You’re way too interested in this. Have you got the hots for your physio?”
I roll my eyes as I look away from her and back to Cass. “What do you know about her?”
Cass shrugs her shoulders before checking on her failed apple pie. “Not much. I didn’t really know her. She generally kept to herself. People said she was shy but I think she just didn’t want to deal with other people’s bullshit.”
Hmm… that sounds about right. She sure didn’t put up with my bullshit.
“But Bri’s right,” Cass continues. “You never ask questions about girls. You usually couldn’t give two shits about them. Why’s this one special?”
“I don’t know,” I grunt. “There’s just something… different about her. I can’t put my finger on it, but I need to figure her out.”
Cass gives me a knowing smirk, like as if I’ve fallen madly in love with the girl, but she couldn’t be more wrong. I just want to know her, take her out and head back to my place. Once I’ve done that, I’ll move on. Though, maybe I won’t. I don’t know.
All I know is that the second I walked out of that appointment yesterday, I was dying to turn right back around and demand she doesn’t take no as an answer.
“Well, if it helps,” Cass says. “A friend of mine was partnered with her for an assignment and apparently she hasn’t had it easy.”
My eyebrows instantly crease. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, she wouldn’t talk about it with her but I get the feeling it’s bad. I think she’s had it rough but seems like she’s coming out the other end, especially if she’s got that position. It can only be up for her.”
Cassie’s words have me more curious than I have the right to be. Why should it matter to me what this girl has been through? I only met her yesterday yet here I am practically drooling over every word that my sister has to say about her.
What does she mean she thinks Elle has had it rough? Countless of possibilities swarm through my mind. Does she come from a bad family? Has someone treated her wrong? Put her down? Maybe she’s been in a bad relationship? That would make sense why she instantly pushed me away. That’s got to be it. She’s had a shitty boyfriend who treated her badly. I’m sure of it.
She said she was working a lot until now, so she probably has student loans and rent to pay which tells me she probably has her own place and now she’s finished Uni and has a great job, things must be getting better for her.
I’m comforted by my inner thoughts, though, who knows if I’m even on the right train of thought. But again, it shouldn’t matter to me, so I can’t understand why it does and why Cassie’s conclusion of her has me so wound up.
Whatever it is. I need to figure it out.
Brianna is definitely right. I most certainly have the hots for my physio.
Shit.
“You got her number?” I ask on impulse.
Cass raises her eyebrows at me with yet another smug look. “No, but even if I did, I wouldn’t be giving it to you,” she tells me.
“What?” I ask, “Why the hell not?”
“Because if you want to win this girl over, I’m not going to let you do it by being some creepy stalker. You need a little more class than that.”
Damn it. She’s right.
“You know I wasn’t made for class,” I remind her.
“I know,” she laughs. “You were made for one-night-stands, just like Carter.”
“Hey,” Brianna scolds. “I resent that. Carter’s been a good boy since meeting me,”
“True,” Cass says. “I still don’t know how you did it.”
Ha,” I scoff. “It’s pretty simple math,” I explain to the girls as they both look to me with questioning gazes. “Brianna must have some pretty kinky moves in the bedroom or he would have been out the door months ago.”
“It’s true,” Brianna muses. “But I like to think I have a few more appealing qualities than that.”
I shrug my shoulders, teasing Bri, “Yeah… I don’t know about that.”
At that, she grabs a handful of flour and sloppy, left-over apples and launches them across the kitchen at me. I try my hardest to avoid being hit but my injury keeps me from going far.
“What the fuck happened to the kitchen?” Jax asks looking horrified as he comes in through the side door.
Cassie throws her arms around him and gives him a quick peck on the lips. “We’re cooking,” she announces proudly. “Do you want some?”
