P.S. I Hate You: A High School Bully Romance by Jane Anthony

Author:Jane Anthony [Anthony, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Rebel Publishing
Published: 2022-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter twelve

My stomach clenches. A pulsing pain tears through my middle and leaks into my back. I lie on my side, my knees pulled all the way to my chest. An old movie plays on the television, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than how shitty I feel.

Cindy’s gurgling cough rattles from down the hall. She hasn’t left her room in three whole days. I should go take her some water. Her illness is much more important than the monthly affliction currently ailing me, but this ugly brown couch has made me its prisoner. For something so hideous, it sure is comfortable. It’s a chocolate marshmallow cradling all my achy parts.

The heavy scuff of Jace’s boots shuffles in from the back door. I hear them fall, replaced by the whispering sound of his socks on the hardwood. “Hey,” he drawls, falling beside me.

“Hi.”

He stares ahead for a solitary moment before turning to face me. “What the hell is this shit?”

“Casablanca.”

“The fuck is that?”

“It’s a movie,” I deadpan.

He pushes my butt with the ball of his foot. I slide up, then snap back into the place I was before. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t feel well.”

“You got a fever?”

He leans in to feel my face, but I shrug him away. “I’m not sick. I just don’t feel well.”

His brows pinch. “The fuck does that mean?”

His line of questioning snaps the last thread of my patience. “It’s nothing. Just leave me alone.”

His lip curls as he suddenly gets the hint. “Bitch. What are you, on the rag?”

I sigh. “Could you possibly be an adult just for today instead of a total asshole?”

“Whatever.”

He pushes to his feet and disappears from my line of sight. I assume he’s leaving me to wallow in my feminine disgust. I pinch my eyes against the pain as I listen to the rush of the kitchen faucet followed by the whir of the microwave. To my surprise, he returns with a heating pad.

“Thank you.”

“Do you need, like, pickles and ice cream?”

A small smile curls the edge of my lips. “That’s for pregnant women, idiot.” I shift, adjusting the pillow under my back. “But I would like some tea,” I say in a small, helpless voice.

Another coughing fit muffles through Cindy’s door. He rolls his eyes. “Oh for the fuckin’ love o’ God. Fine. But only because I’m fixin’ to check on her anyway.”

I smile. “With honey,” I call after him.

His grumble floats in from the hall. I snuggle deeper into the pillows as he moves about the kitchen preparing my order. He sets the steaming mug on the coffee table and plops back down on the couch. With the pad warming my belly, I can finally unwind. I stretch my legs over his lap. He lifts his arms like a roller-coaster belt, then sets them back down as soon as I’m comfortable.

The crinkling of a wrapper perks my ears up like a puppy. I look over as Jace shoves a chocolate cookie into his mouth.

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