Crazy For You by Alexander, S.B. (love story novels in english TXT) 📗

have to worry about. You both know Amanda will be brushing her big tits against him and marking her territory when she sees him.”

Every damn girl in school would be doing the same. Colton was, for all intents and purposes, fresh meat, and I had no doubt he would have groupies hovering.

“He’s his own person,” I said. I didn’t have time to swoon or get caught up in a love affair. Dad was my responsibility, and I had to spend every free minute I had with him.

3

The cafeteria was brimming with students, and the noise level was so loud, I could barely hear Georgia. Her lips moved as she leaned in across from me, but the thunderous drone was masking her high-pitched voice. It didn’t help that I wasn’t really paying attention.

I was laser-focused on Colton, who was sitting with dickwad Grady. They seemed to be best buds as they laughed and ogled girls who were giggling and flirting with them.

I rolled my eyes as my stomach churned. Jealousy was new for me, and I wanted to trip each hussy as she waved at Colton. Or maybe they were waving at Grady. He was a good-looking guy, but his bully attitude blackened his soul and handsome features.

Georgia banged on the table. “Wake up, woman.”

I sighed heavily. “Why did he come back?” Not that I wasn’t happy. But my world was already upside down. Colton had seemed nice enough when he’d come to my rescue at the Latte House. But he was hanging with Grady, and that wasn’t a good sign.

She shrugged. “Ask him. Ooo, you could sneak next door. Doesn’t your bedroom face his?”

I narrowed my eyes at my BFF. “That’s his mother’s office now.” Mrs. Caldwell worked from home, doing billing for a couple of medical companies.

Georgia tossed a quick look over her shoulder. “Maybe his mom gave him back his room.” She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t remember him being that studly. He was lanky, if I recall.”

Lanky or not, his body wasn’t the part I was attracted to. I was drawn to his eyes—smooth, brown, and belly-flipping. He had a haunting, quiet, endearing, sexy look about him. She was right, though. Colton’s body was, in my words, hunky, and for me that was icing on the cake. “It doesn’t matter. He’s out of my league,” I mumbled. “And he’s chumming with that asshole, Grady.”

I didn’t see Colton and me together. I didn’t have long hair like ninety-nine percent of the female students. I didn’t flaunt my body like them, either, or at least not like the ones sashaying by him like models on a runway.

Guys liked long hair, big tits, and shapely curves. The list went on. I didn’t fit the mold.

My breasts were a B cup, I hardly had curves, and I was slowly regretting cutting my hair. I wasn’t dissing myself, and I didn’t have low self-esteem. I’d just noticed how guys lusted over the girls with those attributes, and I’d never had reason to want a guy to notice me.

Georgia waved her hand, snapping me out of my pity party. “Skyler Lawson, stop already. You’re beautiful. What you have going for you is not only your looks but your heart, which makes you a force to be reckoned with. And fuck Grady. He’s going down this year if he so much as farts in our direction.”

I snorted. “I love you, too, chica.” Without her, I would be holed up in my room, under the blankets and sucking my thumb.

“Besides, you don’t know what Colton likes.” She played with the gold necklace that hung down over her cream-and-peach polka-dot blouse. “He could very well not care about girls who look like Amanda Gelling.”

I clenched my teeth at the mention of her name. I hadn’t seen Amanda yet. I was sure she would be rubbing her large breasts all over Colton the moment she had the chance.

Suddenly the voices died, as none other than Amanda Gelling, aka Bitch Extraordinaire, glided into the cafeteria. It felt like she had glued everyone’s lips together with a snap of her fingers.

I couldn’t figure out what in the hell she had that made people stop and look—I didn’t see much. Mom had always said, “Beauty is in your heart,” but Amanda Gelling didn’t have one. If she did, I suspected it was black as night.

She flipped her thick auburn hair behind her, searching the room, seemingly eager to find the person she was looking for. One of the three girls on her heels stuck her burgundy-painted nail in the direction of Colton and Grady.

I flicked my chin at Amanda. “Here we go.”

Georgia swiveled in her seat, as did most of the other kids who had their backs to Amanda.

Colton and Grady whispered to each other before Grady belted out a laugh.

Amanda’s heels clicked on the vinyl floor, the only sound in the room other than the clang of silverware as kids stepped into the food line with trays in hand.

She slapped her hands on her hips and stopped at Grady and Colton’s table. Her posse waited a few feet away as Amanda bent over and whispered something in Colton’s ear.

Grady watched intently, as did every other person in the room, including me. Frankly, I wanted to pluck her by the hair and toss her out with the trash. But that wouldn’t serve anything other than to reveal my jealousy to the entire student body. Besides, I promised Dad I would behave this year, and I couldn’t have him worrying about me.

Other guys at Colton’s table sized up Amanda’s groupies, hunger swimming in their gazes.

Colton listened to Amanda as his shoulders lifted, seemingly tense until Amanda laughed. Then Colton’s arm snaked around her, and he seated his hand on her lower back, grinning at her.

I growled under my breath.

Georgia snorted. “Want to start a fight?”

I swallowed thickly. “As much as I would, it would only get me in a ton of trouble.”

“It would be fun.”

The excitement in her tone