Less Than Perfect_A Bully Romance by Savannah Rose & Amelia Gates

Author:Savannah Rose & Amelia Gates [Rose, Savannah & Gates, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-27T05:00:00+00:00

Kids on the block

I had no business being going to the dance.

Sure, I liked music. And sure, my body knew how to sway accordingly to a beat. But if I wanted to dance, home should have been the place to do it, just like all those other times. When Trenton showed up to my house, however, all my plans were about to be turned upside down.

Trenton and I, we had as much in common as a broomstick has with a fishbowl. He was paper-thin and I was book thick. He could blow into a trombone for hours on end without being short of breath and I…well, I was allergic to overexertion. Still, he was in front of me with a single sunflower clutched in his feeble hands. I hated sunflowers. There was nothing unique about them and of all the flowers in the world, they had the most uncreative name.

I shook my head at him. He flashed me his braces then straightened his thick glasses on his nose.

“Will you go to the dance with me, Cornelia?”

“Trenton,” I started, my head still moving from side to side in protest. Despite the little we had in common, I wouldn’t be lying if I said ‘it wasn’t him, it was me.’ I had issues. Confidence issues. Trust issues. Issues with men.

“Cornelia,” Momma Rachel beamed. How she’d managed to squeeze her way through the front door without me noticing, I’ll never know. I almost felt bad for her, though. She loved these kinds of things and the prospect of me having someone who wasn’t an enemy was a dream come true for her, I was sure.

I looked at her and I looked at him. I looked at the flower in his hand, already growing limp. “It’s just that I-” I started to say, but momma Rachel’s arm was now looped through mine and she was smiling like someone had just stuck a million dollars into the side of her bra.

“Of course she will,” she answered in my stead.

It was settled then. Before I had the time to present my rebuttal, Trenton was dragging his jaw all the way back to his bike. I sucked in a deep breath, one I hoped would be enough to save me from all the oxygen it felt like this conversation sucked out of my lungs. One, I hoped would be enough for all the missed breaths I’d have to deal with once I was actually at the dance.

It wasn’t going to the dance with Trenton that scared me the most. He had more friends than I did. Was nice enough. And sure, it would be a reach actually finding something to talk to him about, because, like I said, we had very, very, very, little in common. The problem was, Marcus would be there. And Marcus had dedicated more than half of his life to making mine a living hell. I didn’t want to go to the dance because going was just giving him an opportunity to ruin something else for me.

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