No Romeo (Dayton Series Book 3) by Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell

Author:Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell [Cole, Stevie J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

HENDRIX

Half past four on a weekday, and there were only a handful of cars in the parking lot of The Squealing Hog—every one of them with a Barrington High decal hanging from the rearview mirror. Wolf rounded the front of his truck, glancing at an electric-blue Mercedes convertible. “Cooter Scooter,” he laughed when he read over the license plate. “Rich people are weird.”

I shoved through the double-doored entrance. The old-timey, country-western music blaring through the speakers gave me an automatic headache. It was almost as obnoxious as the thick scent of smoked meat hanging in the air.

“Damn…” Wolf nudged my shoulder, jutting his chin toward the girl in the plaid shirt at the hostess stand. “I wanna ride on her cooter scooter.”

I gave her a once over, not the slightest bit interested. Lola had broken me. I snatched a handful of crayons and one of the coloring pages from the stand. “She has a freckle on her nose that looks like a flake of shit, man.”

He furrowed his brows. “You’ve got issues.”

Shit Flake strutted up with two menus, grinning as she showed us to our table. I glanced around the restaurant for Lola but didn’t see her blond pigtails anywhere. The girl dropped the menus on the table and walked off, and as soon as she did, a balled-up piece of straw paper hit the side of my face.

“Dude. That girl was giving you fuck me eyes.”

I glanced across the booth at Wolf. “I don’t give a crap.”

“She Who Shall Not Be Named has really screwed you in the head.”

“I’m just trying to be more selective. That’s all.” Selective as in only Lola.

I took one of the crayons and colored in the smiling pig’s face.

The way she had looked at me before she left this morning… left something unsettled in the pit of my stomach. What the hell was she hiding? Was she seeing someone else? Was that why she was so hellbent on friend-zoning me?

Maybe I was an idiot, just asking to get my pussy heart tossed into a blender and pureed into a little bitch smoothie again.

“Oh, shit…” Wolf slid his phone across the table. It skidded to a stop in front of my menu. “Look at that crap.”

I dropped the crayon, picked the device up, and skimmed the group chat between a bunch of Dayton football players.

@WolfBrooks, check out the message Olivia sent me.

A screenshot of another chat sat right below that message. I read over the exchange between a few of the Barrington football fucks.

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