Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(47)

“Dude, he’s my teacher.”

“He’s mine too.” She flashed me a grin. “In and out of bed.”

“Dirty girl.”

“You know it.” She giggled as she tucked her phone into her purse. “But yes, it was him. He’s going to meet us here.”

“Think that’s a good idea?”

She shrugged. “I don’t care. I like him; he likes me. Fuck everyone who has an issue with it.”

I smiled. “You amaze me.”

She leaned into me. “Take a page from my book. Enjoy that guy who is completely into you. It doesn’t happen often.”

My smile fell. She pulled the door open and held it for me. I wanted so bad to be like her. To just jump in. But she hadn’t been hurt like I had. She didn’t have the disappointment of her family to carry for the rest of her life like I did. She was just a girl living her life, free enough of the past to live in the moment. I was trying to do the same but had the constant burden of trying not to make the same mistakes as before.

Stepping into the bar, I looked around for Gus and the rest of our friends.

“I think they’re outside,” Lizzy said from behind me before she walked in front of me. “Let’s get a drink first and then head out.”

I just nodded since it was ungodly loud, and I doubted she would hear me. We got some beers from the bartender and headed outside.

I was only half out the door when I heard, “Hey! It’s my girlfriend, Bo St. James. Look, everyone, it’s my girlfriend!”

I froze at the words. My heart jumped, and I swear I almost dropped my beer. My eyes cut to Gus’s as he came toward me. Everyone outside started to laugh. Lizzy about fell over just as Gus wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard on the lips.

I wanted to smack him.

But when he pulled back, grasping my face in his hand, his eyes burning into mine, the urge subsided.

Some.

“You said to greet you, and if I had my way, this is the way I’d do it all the time.”

I was speechless as he ran his finger along my lip before pressing his nose to mine. “I also don’t want any fuckers here looking at you like they can have you.”

Swallowing hard, I shook my head.

I was falling way too hard for this guy.

And the problem was, I wasn’t sure if he would catch me or let me bust my ass.





Chapter Twenty-Six





Gus





I loved when Bo got that look in her eye.

The one where she wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack me or kiss me.

It drove me absolutely wild.

I wanted to kiss her more than I wanted to breathe.

I ran my fingers along her jawline, getting lost in her beautiful, breathtaking eyes. “You look fucking hot, Bocephus.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”

“I wanna take you home. Let’s go.”

“I just got here! I have a beer to drink!”

I shrugged. “I don’t care. I got one more night with you before I leave, and when I come back, you’ll be gone.”

“Just for a bit.”

It felt like an eternity, though. “Still, we won’t be in the same place for a couple days, and that’s depressing.”

She smirked. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Nope, I’ll be distressed, broken, empty! Without you!” I yelled, just for attention and to piss her off. When she twisted my nipple, I cried out, arching away from her. “That’s rude.”

“You’re rude for hollering our business. Hush.” She gave me a flirty smile as she moved out of my arms before tangling her fingers with mine. “Come on. Let’s drink and hang with our people.”

I shook my head. “I don’t care about them. I want to be with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “So needy. Come on.” She pushed through the crowd, bringing me with her. As she walked, I came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She laughed, the sound so airy and perfect as we walked as one. She smelled fantastic, something fruity and light. Her hair was a mess on top of her head with little red pieces falling along her neck. She had a bit of makeup on—not much, but enough to drive me crazy with lust. She was so beautiful, so hot, and I was glad she was all mine.

Did she know that?

Nope, my Bocephus was skittish as fuck. I had all of these feelings deep inside of me that were insane. I seriously liked everything about her. Her hair, her face, her body, her laugh, everything. These last couple weeks had been fucking awesome. If work or school didn’t keep us apart, we were together. Most of the time, we lay on the couch watching Netflix. When we weren’t watching TV or eating loads of bad food, we were in bed, and there, life was fucking good.

But still I worried that if I did vomit my feelings all over her, she’d freak the fuck out. She had these commitment issues that were annoying as hell, and I didn’t understand them. Shouldn’t I be the one with the commitment issues? Yeah, she had been hurt, and I had never really put myself out there to get hurt, but still. I wasn’t that douche she was with before. I, in no way, had any intention of hurting her. I just wanted to be with her. That’s all I wanted. But I felt like I was up against this wall, and I wasn’t sure how to bust through it just to tell her how I felt.