Read Online Breaking Hearts (B-Boy #2) by S. Briones Lim - Free Book Online

laugh. It was such a ridiculous notion and definitely not one that I’d expect to come true. “I don’t really feel that way. You really don’t know me that well.”
    He pressed his lips together in amusement, his dark eyes sparkling. “Then let me get to know you.”
    “What?” I shifted my face away, trying to hide my reddening cheeks. Did he really just say that? No, I must have been hearing things.
    He propped his hand underneath the side of his face and narrowed his eyes. “Nope, I definitely feel it. That fire in you. It’s written right here.” He reach out and lightly brushed my forehead trailing his finger down to my eyebrow. “I’m a good people reader. The trick is to look into people’s eyes. Not just glance at them, but actually penetrate them.”
    Get your mind out of the gutter, Estelle.
    “Ha! Penetrate them,” I mumbled as I fidgeted uncomfortably. I was trying so hard to look anywhere but at him, that I almost didn’t hear my phone going crazy.
    Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.
    “Estelle?”
    “Hmmm?” I mumbled, examining the chipped wood of our table.
    “I think that’s your phone.”
    “My phone?” I broke my stare and glanced around in confusion. “Oh! My phone!”
    I grabbed my messenger bag and rummaged inside, pulling out my newest book and setting it on the table. I dug my hand deeper into the bag, pushing past lip balm, pens, and wadded up pieces of gum, careful not to shove a tampon in plain sight. Despite all my effort, l was unable to locate my phone. Frustrated at my messiness, I didn’t notice Jacob grab my book.
    “Aha!” I exclaimed, finally grabbing my phone. My mouth puckered in disappointment once I realized I’d missed my mother’s call. Speaking to her was the highlight of my day, then again it wasn’t every day that I had Mr. Spinja sitting next to me.
    “Not important?” Jacob mumbled, flipping through my book.
    “No, just my mom…probably wanting to catch up…hey!” I yelped, realizing he was reading the notes I had jotted down in the margins. Feeling desperate, I reached out to try to grab the book away from him but his b-boy reflexes were too quick for me. I ended up toppling forward and crashing into his chest. I sucked in my breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne, and quickly pushed myself off.
    He didn’t seem to mind my faux pas one bit. Effortlessly, he switched the book from one hand to the other and chuckled, “Hey, that’s rude. I’m reading here.”
    “But that’s personal,” I whined with a pout.
    There must have been something in my face—most likely utter desperation—that caused Jacob to think twice and hand me back my book. “Okay, sorry about that. Here you go.”
    “Thanks,” I hissed. Absently I rubbed the cover of the book almost as if I were petting a dog.
    Though I kept my eyes down, I could feel Jacob’s stare burning a hole in the side of my face. Swallowing, I glanced over and sighed. “Why are you looking at me like that for?”
    He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “Did you mean all that?”
    “Mean what?”
    “All those things you wrote. About love not being constricting…for chicken scratch it was kinda heavy.”
    I chose to ignore the fact he called my handwriting chicken scratch and replied, “Like I said before, all that was personal.”
    “Personal or not, it was really insightful.” He shrugged and to my disappointment leaned away.
    That’s why people don’t like you, Estelle. Your ‘insightfulness’ is always so intense.
    “So tell me, do you really mean it? I’ve always admired readers. Your types always have such profound thoughts. If I weren’t always so busy I’d totally get into reading, myself. I hardly even have time to read through all my textbooks.”
    Well, that certainly got me going. You couldn’t mention reading to a bookworm without getting an earful.
    Feeling the familiar surge of book induced excitement, I replied, “Look at this passage.” I paused and flipped to the middle of