Read Online One Night (Friends #0.5) by Monica Murphy - Free Book Online
Authors: Monica Murphy
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bigger everything has to be.
Which I get. And can even appreciate. But not right now. Amanda doesn’t appear impressed. More like appalled. Maybe even disgusted.
“I could probably fit my entire house in this room,” she finally says, her voice soft.
“I doubt that,” I say with a scoff.
She lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine. “No, I’m serious. Do you get lost in this house or what?”
I chuckle. “When we first moved in here, yeah. I did get lost.”
The wary expression is gone, replaced by amusement. “You’re just saying that.”
“It’s true. I was nine.”
“I remember you when we were nine.”
I was a punk ass bully when we were nine. Straight through to middle school I acted like an idiot. I finally straightened out in between seventh and eighth grade. Grew nine inches over the summer, discovered girls and learned quick they don’t like it when you’re mean to them.
Well, meanness, they didn’t like. But indifference? That seemed to intrigue them even more.
“I remember you too,” I tell her.
She laughs, the sound going straight to my gut, making it twist. “I was such a dork.”
“Yeah, you were.”
The laughter dies but I still see the amusement glittering in her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to agree!”
“Why not? It’s the truth. And I was a jerk.”
“You were a jerk,” she says vehemently.
I shrug. “I know.”
We stare at each other, not saying anything. There’s no need to fill the space with words. I feel like our eyes, our bodies, our everything are quietly communicating.
“You aren’t a jerk anymore,” she admits quietly.
“You’re wrong.” I hesitate when I see the shock in her gaze. “I’m still a jerk.”
The silence now feels like it’s strangling me. I’m about to turn away, leave her alone in my room so I can go outside and get some fresh air when she finally speaks.
“You might be a jerk to other girls, but you never really are to me.”
*****
Ah, Tuttle and Amanda! I have reason to love them extra hard right now but I can’t share why yet so…stay tuned! Also, did you know you can read chapter one from JUST FRIENDS over on iBooks? You can! Here’s a link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/justfriends/id1137297173?ls=1&mt=11
Chapter 10 - Emily
I finally make my escape from the hot tub, the boys, Cannon, the entire party, by finding a small bathroom. Slamming the door, I lean against it, closing my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly, hating how shaky I sound. I mentally tell myself to get it together, yet everything that just happened flashes through my mind, making me tremble even harder.
But really, it was no big deal, right? I shouldn’t let the moment bother me. So what if I was in a hot tub with a bunch of big, burly football players. So what if they were all leering at me, their gazes locked on my chest, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths.
Thank goodness for Cannon Whittaker rushing to my defense. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, his big hand gripping me firmly but not scary tight. Glaring at all of the guys, his expression was freaking scary as he gave them the stare down.
“Leave her alone,” he said, his voice so deep, so incredibly menacing, they all practically leapt out of the hot tub to make their escape as soon as possible. I’ve never seen such big guys move so fast, not even when they’re playing on the football field.
As I sat there trembling, relishing the full weight of Cannon’s arm resting on my shoulders, I told myself it was no big deal. I sort of asked for their rude behavior, right? I’m the one with the skank reputation at school. A reputation I mostly earned, because I wanted their attention. I wanted to be known as a girl guys liked. I didn’t care how I went about it. At least someone was paying attention to me.
But then Cannon turned to look at me, his gaze soft and full of concern, all the anger gone from his face. “Sorry about those assholes. They
Which I get. And can even appreciate. But not right now. Amanda doesn’t appear impressed. More like appalled. Maybe even disgusted.
“I could probably fit my entire house in this room,” she finally says, her voice soft.
“I doubt that,” I say with a scoff.
She lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine. “No, I’m serious. Do you get lost in this house or what?”
I chuckle. “When we first moved in here, yeah. I did get lost.”
The wary expression is gone, replaced by amusement. “You’re just saying that.”
“It’s true. I was nine.”
“I remember you when we were nine.”
I was a punk ass bully when we were nine. Straight through to middle school I acted like an idiot. I finally straightened out in between seventh and eighth grade. Grew nine inches over the summer, discovered girls and learned quick they don’t like it when you’re mean to them.
Well, meanness, they didn’t like. But indifference? That seemed to intrigue them even more.
“I remember you too,” I tell her.
She laughs, the sound going straight to my gut, making it twist. “I was such a dork.”
“Yeah, you were.”
The laughter dies but I still see the amusement glittering in her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to agree!”
“Why not? It’s the truth. And I was a jerk.”
“You were a jerk,” she says vehemently.
I shrug. “I know.”
We stare at each other, not saying anything. There’s no need to fill the space with words. I feel like our eyes, our bodies, our everything are quietly communicating.
“You aren’t a jerk anymore,” she admits quietly.
“You’re wrong.” I hesitate when I see the shock in her gaze. “I’m still a jerk.”
The silence now feels like it’s strangling me. I’m about to turn away, leave her alone in my room so I can go outside and get some fresh air when she finally speaks.
“You might be a jerk to other girls, but you never really are to me.”
*****
Ah, Tuttle and Amanda! I have reason to love them extra hard right now but I can’t share why yet so…stay tuned! Also, did you know you can read chapter one from JUST FRIENDS over on iBooks? You can! Here’s a link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/justfriends/id1137297173?ls=1&mt=11
Chapter 10 - Emily
I finally make my escape from the hot tub, the boys, Cannon, the entire party, by finding a small bathroom. Slamming the door, I lean against it, closing my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly, hating how shaky I sound. I mentally tell myself to get it together, yet everything that just happened flashes through my mind, making me tremble even harder.
But really, it was no big deal, right? I shouldn’t let the moment bother me. So what if I was in a hot tub with a bunch of big, burly football players. So what if they were all leering at me, their gazes locked on my chest, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths.
Thank goodness for Cannon Whittaker rushing to my defense. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, his big hand gripping me firmly but not scary tight. Glaring at all of the guys, his expression was freaking scary as he gave them the stare down.
“Leave her alone,” he said, his voice so deep, so incredibly menacing, they all practically leapt out of the hot tub to make their escape as soon as possible. I’ve never seen such big guys move so fast, not even when they’re playing on the football field.
As I sat there trembling, relishing the full weight of Cannon’s arm resting on my shoulders, I told myself it was no big deal. I sort of asked for their rude behavior, right? I’m the one with the skank reputation at school. A reputation I mostly earned, because I wanted their attention. I wanted to be known as a girl guys liked. I didn’t care how I went about it. At least someone was paying attention to me.
But then Cannon turned to look at me, his gaze soft and full of concern, all the anger gone from his face. “Sorry about those assholes. They
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