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Bree Pierce has pure fire running in her veins, and I seem to be the gasoline igniting her.
“What girl from last night?”
The question is only to make sure that we’re talking about the same person. John Carter is quite popular with the girls, and there’s a long list of them that have had arguments with him. However, my intuition is telling me that Ryder is talking about Bree. She’s like a magnet to have fights with jocks.
“The one from the Beer Pong game,” he replies, shrugging slightly.
I roll my eyes.
“Which one?” I insist because there were a couple of girls playing Beer Pong last night.
Including Bree and a girl that the whole campus knows well, Ash Moore. Not because she has a reputation, but because she’sactuallysome kind of celebrity. Professional model from what I’ve heard.
“Future Miss Universe, or the other one?”
Even when I try to sound unbothered, I can recognize a small tremble in my words. I’m not casual about this as I thought I was.
“The other one, duh. If I had been talking about Ash Moore, I would’ve called her by her name. Everyone knows her.”
True.
“The tiny devil?”
Ryder snickers.
“That’s one way to put it, yes. The one that kicked your ass last nightandput Carter in his place in less than twelve hours. That’s role model material.”
I don’t have doubts that we’re talking about the same person. Bree has some severe backbone; I have to give her that. One thing is letting me know what she thinks about me but standing up to Carter is something completely different. It doesn’t happen often. Yes, girls tend to spill their drinks on his face and slap him too. I don’t think that Bree had the same reasons that they do to be pissed at him.
There’s still a bitter taste in my mouth when I think about her and how she treated me today. Mainly because she fell for the lies that people spread about me.
“Bree,” I mutter in a barely audible tone.
Ryder turns his head to stare at me. He’s frowning, completely confused with what I said.
“What?”
“The girl. Her name is Bree,” I clarify.
That doesn’t help at all because his frown cuts deeper in his face. His blue eyes glow with intrigue.
“Do you know her?”
I nod.
“We have chemistry,” I reply with a shrug, and I bite the slice of pizza.
“Why do I feel like this has another explanation than the one I’m thinking?”
I almost choke on the pizza when the realization hits me. My words sounded worse than I intended. Without the proper context, it sounds like I’m trying to imply a different thing.
“We take chemistry class together,” I answer properly.
The mischievous spark doesn’t abandon his gaze as he nods. Ryder’s more interested than he was before. Turning off the TV, he turns his whole body to focus on me.
A groan wants to escape my lips, but I do my best to repress it. I don’t want Ryder to get the wrong idea about this girl in particular because I don’t think that there’s a chance in hell that we’re ending up the way that he’s probably thinking. I’ve spent a lot of time with him to decipher that his wolfish grin suggests that there’s more going on.
“And you only have chemistry in the class?” Ry tries to sound serious as he puts his elbow on the back of the couch. However, there's a trace of laughter in his voice that only makes me want to throw him the plate. But I don't do it because I value my life and I'm also starving.
