Page 2 of Pucking High School

Tiny wisps of hair grazed against my lips as I slobbered across his cheek.

This couldn’t be happening.

He was doing all he could to keep me away because he didn’t want me to kiss him.

I was trying to be the sexy, cool girl, but failing miserably. So much so, that this was potentially the most embarrassing moment of my life

“What are you doing?”

His brows were crossed and if I hadn’t just been kissing him, I would have thought I saw a little disgust behind his expression.

No more kisses. Even though we were alone.

Why did it feel like in the last few seconds I was being friend zoned?

Maybe I was over-thinking it. I did that a lot, and I’d never had a boyfriend before. Unfurling my arms from him, I backed away, nearly stumbling on my feet as I tried to think of something to say while hopefully calming down enough that my red cheeks weren’t on show.

“I’m sorry, I just thought we weren’t finished.”

His lips remained tight, and it was the first time I thought he looked less than dreamy. With short, dark hair and hazel eyes, Henry was the kind of beautiful I only thought existed on the internet, so I couldn’t believe my luck when he asked me out. Now I was starting to think my luck had run out.

“Hard to get back into it when you’ve been interrupted,” Henry replied curtly.

He was being stand-offish, so I took another step back, not wanting to seem as desperate as I felt.

He was just kissing me, wasn’t he?

“Henry, can we talk?”

Getting his phone out, he took another step away from me. When he saw whoever texted him back, that slight smile grew on his face again and I didn’t know what to do. Was the person on the phone more interesting?

Fiddling with my hands, I wished I could say this was the first time that I was worried over Henry, but it wasn’t. We’d been on shaky ground since we started dating. Well, I should say, I thought it was dating. Tiff didn’t agree and had been suspicious since the first day I mentioned him asking me out. She was the only one that knew I was secretly seeing Henry because he’d asked me to keep it a secret from my brother.

“I’ll have to figure it out later. I’m late for practice.”

My brows came together in confusion because I knew that was a lie. Did he forget that my brother was on the same team?

“Practice? Didn’t your season finish months ago?”

His head shot up, and he shook it vigorously.

“Yeah, but coach wants us to keep up the stretches so we’re still in shape for next season.”

Still texting on his phone, I felt like asking him who was more important than me, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to know the answer.

“That’s new,” I said, doing a pretty crappy job of hiding my annoyance.

“Yeah, Dash has been trying to implement it with the team for a while now. He wants this to be his lasting legacy.”

There was a little spike in my chest at the mere mention of my brother’s best friend, Dash Bridges. The hot senior who I had one of those ‘look but don’t touch’ kind of crushes on. You know the type. You look, but they don’twantyou to touch them.

I got it. I was the geeky little sister of his best friend, but I couldn’t help but idolize him. Whenever he came over for dinnerwith our parents, I’d always try to come across as witty and cute, but no amount of interesting facts would get him to look up from his plate. I’d always have a little soft spot for that guy, but right now, he was inadvertently getting in my way.

“He does love to stretch, I guess,” I said sarcastically, and Henry nodded.

“He also doesn’t like it when we’re late, so I’m sorry to do this, but I’ve got to go.”

I took a sharp breath, masking my disappointment with a smile because Henry didn’t look all that sorry about leaving me.