Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
You also have the kidneys. The kidneys are supplied by the renal plexus, which includes both sensory and efferent motor nerves. Hit those dense nerves hard enough through the muscles in the back, and widespread pain beyond the kidney itself will bring a full-grown man to his knees.
“Your partner for the semester is whomever you chose to sit next to. Hope you chose wisely,” Mr. Korn tells the room.
This time, Kinsley doesn’t hide it when she glances my way. “Are you sure you don’t want to be paired with your brother?” she whispers to me. Is she trying to get rid of me? Does she want to be paired with Nick? I fight down the stab of jealousy. Kinsley might not need biology at all. Her torture of me is on par.
“He’s a dumbass.” I speak loud enough for Damon to hear.
“Fuck off,” Damon mutters back. “Just pissed I got the looks.” Kinsley snickers. “See, your girl agrees.”
Kinsley’s eyes widen, her head giving a slight shake of no. “I’m not—”
I cut her off because I don’t want to hear her say she’s not my girl. We’ll get there.
“Ignore him, Bunny.” I'd been thrilled when I saw she had the pen I left for her. When I saw it, I knew it fit her.
Mr. Korn tells everyone to get out their tablets and pull up course one.
"You going to keep calling me that?" she asks, tilting her head, making her braid brush against the back of my hand. Kinsley doesn't have a clue what she does to me with those small acts. How badly my fingers itch to touch her.
"Does it bother you?" Kinsley gives an indecisive shrug of her shoulders.
"I'd guess myself to be more of a giraffe. One just born that wobbles."
"Nah, you're not a giraffe. You're a bunny." Her nose scrunches in a small wiggle, proving my point. I fight the urge to reach down and adjust my dick. She has no idea how adorable and attractive she is at the same time.
“What does that make you?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me. There you are, Bunny. Come out and play with me. I’ll lure her in little by little.
“You’re not ready for that yet, Bunny.”
“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” she whispers, I think more to herself than anything. Then she flips her notebook open and scribbles in it before pulling her tablet out.
Mr. Korn goes over a few more items before telling us to start on coursework with our partners.
“I hate to tell you this—”
“Tell me anything, Bunny.” I could listen to her talk about anything. Well, not anything. There are a few subjects she could touch that might turn me into a murderer.
“Jax.” She snorts a laugh. “When did you get all chatty and—” This time she cuts herself off.
“What?”
“Nothing, never mind.” Kinsley inhales sharply as her cheeks start to pinken.
“Now I have to know.”
“Well, you can’t make me tell you.” When her eyes meet mine, I can see a change take over as she tilts her body to her left, away from me. It’s as though she remembers who I am and that maybe I just could make her after all.
See, Kinsley is a brilliant girl. She doesn’t need her parents to tell her to stay away from me.
Fuck.
“I’d never want to make you do anything you don’t want to, Kinsley,” I tell her. Unless it’s to keep her from getting hurt, but we’ll get there when the time comes. Or if it is something to do with her and another swinging dick. Then I suppose it wouldn't be her that needed to worry ‘cause I’d just simply kill them. Right now, I’ll do and say what I need to so she doesn’t pull away from me. “But—”
“Oh noes. The but.” She tries to say it playfully, but her acting is shit. I’d know because when I dug into her, when she first arrived at Golden Prep, one of the things I found was a video of her playing Matilda in an elementary school play. Let’s just say she doesn’t have an acting career ahead of her.
“I’m willing to trade. You give, I give.” I make her an offer. One I know her curiosity will have her biting at.
“You want to know that badly?” This time, I shrug to keep her interested. Those warm brown eyes of hers slightly narrow. “All right, I used to be able to use Mrs. Dante’s computer, but now she’s gone.”
"You no longer have a way to get into the teachers' board and such." In there, she can get absences and notes along with people's grades. “What information do you want?” I don’t want to give her too much too soon. I need her coming back for more.
“Alice and Celia.” I know this is an asshole thing to do, but I do it, nonetheless. I cock my head, pretending to forget who they are. Of course, I know who they are. Annoying as fuck is what they are.