Page 94 of Never His Girl
I should be scolding him for leaving behind the slew of reporters who were in line to get a few words from him, but I’m too happy he’s standing here.
“West! They’re waiting for you!” I shout at him, imagining how many are staring us down right now. Starting with his Coach, who’s likely going to give him an earful for ditching his team.
“I don’t give a shit,” he says. Then, half a second later, he’s kissing me.
Hard. Deep.
I cradle his jaw with both hands and can’t deny the changes I see in him. Yeah, he was different before our talk last night, but there’s been another shift since then. He’s not capable of being soft, and I wouldn’t want him to be. He has, however, dulled some of those sharp edges. The ones that used to catch me off guard, cut me deep. But having his undivided attention at a time like this, a time I expected to be all about him, I don’t exactly hate it.
From around West’s shoulder, I spot his coach glancing up at us, and he doesn’t look happy.
“Um, I think you might want to get back down to the field.”
He lifts my chin with his finger, then his gaze flashes down to my lips. “I’ll go, but you’re coming with me.”
“West, I—they’ll have my face plastered all over every single article about you,” I protest with a laugh.
“Good thing you’re fucking beautiful.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to keep arguing with him, but he hits me with that smile of his. Once that happens, I feel myself giving in. His hand settles at the small of my back and I’m headed in the opposite direction of where I had in mind.
But this is what he wants. Me, by his side.
As a girl who’s often felt discarded, set aside, being wanted is a nice change. And while I never in a million years would’ve guessed West could make me feel that way, I’m positive this is all so right.
Somehow, now that the dust has settled, we just… make sense.
* * *
@QweenPandora:Let’s get the obvious topic out of the way first. Our boys pulled out a fabulous win today! Everyone fought hard and it earned you all a flawless season that’ll go down in history. Be proud of the work you put in on that field! We certainly are.
Now, let’s talk about what’sreallyon everyone’s mind.
No need to speculate, folks. KingMidas and NewGirl are official. If that jersey she donned at today’s game wasn’t enough to prove she’s letting bygones be bygones, check out all the pics of her at the king’s side during the victory celebration. He’s clinging to her hand in every single frame, making sure she never gets away from him again.
Gotta admit, I did NOT see things turning out so well for this indecisive duo. It looked super bleak for a moment there. Especially after that leak. But to say that they’ve defied the odds would be putting it mildly.
Good job, KingMidas! Some thought you were insane not to give up when NewGirl kept giving you the cold shoulder, but your relentlessness clearly paid off for you.
In honor of this drastic one-eighty you two have done, I’m categorizing this whole second-chance-romance vibe you’ve got going on as #RelationshipGoals.
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 33
BLUE
Dr. Pryor closes the file folder on her desk and even though she hasn’t said much, I feel it all.
The disappointment.
The judgment.
She’s likely heard rumors of the reconciliation between West and me, because the staff herealwaysseems to know what’s going on in students’ lives. From the outside looking in, it probably looks super convenient that West would want to patch things up with me. If for no other reason than to ensure that I side with him should shit hit the fan, but I can’t help the way it looks.
Nor do I care a whole lot about convincing people that us being together is legit. If there’s one thing I’ve taken from him, it’s thatfuck-the-worldmentality of his. Makes life a whole lot easier when pleasing people isn’t at the top of your priority list.