Glacier by Violet Blaze

Author:Violet Blaze [Blaze, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01N31X64C
Goodreads: 33832618
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2017-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

“Are you seriously fucking a biker from your dad's club?” Aletha asks me excitedly at lunch, sitting in our usual spot under a tree out in front of the school. Loren's put the plaid blanket down that we always use, the one that he keeps in his locker and even dragged to the park that one night. We make fun of him sometimes, call it his wubby, but I don't actually think he has a special connection to it.

“Wow. Guess the rumor mill was running big time after I left, huh?” I ask as I eye Loren and then Rayna and then Tom. But then I look back at Rayna again because there's a ninety-nine percent chance it was her.

“I didn't say fucking. Did I say fucking? I said dating. And that he gave you a really expensive bike. What?” Rayna fixes her black hipster glasses and smiles when one of the teachers gives her a weird look. If you think about it, it is a little strange that she sneaks back to the school to have lunch with us sometimes. Once I get out of here, I'm never coming back. Of course, I also have no clue what I want to do with my life. Except, you know, Glacier. I want him, and he's mine, and I refuse to give him up for anyone or anything.

I sit back on the blanket with my boots out, red and black striped socks climbing up past my knees, hooked to a garter belt. And it's not all fancy just for Saint or anything; I always wear stuff like this.

“I can't believe some guy from your dad's club bought you a bike,” Aletha says, twisting her curly black hair around a finger and leaning her head against Otto's shoulder as he unpacks a classic brown sack lunch—his mother still packs them for him and he turns eighteen in about two weeks. “Is this like, a dowry or something? Like he wants you to be his 'old lady'?” She makes nice quotes with her fingers as I roll my eyes.

“A dowry? Really? The club may be medieval, but come on. There are no fucking dowries.” I flip the top on my messenger back as a stray shaft of sunlight pierces the clouds and warms up the pale whiteness of my upper thighs. Mrs. Ferrera was already on me about the skirt today, but I'm making a statement and I refuse to take it off. “Besides, you know how my dad feels about women and bikes. By giving this to me, Glacier's breaking all the rules. It's why I like him. And he didn't buy it for me; he already owned it. He just gave it to me.”

“Ooooh, big difference,” Aletha says as she and Rayna exchange looks. “So he does want you to be his old lady?”

“I have no idea,” I say, but really, I do. I guess technically I'd be Glacier's old lady, but I just hate the term, so … I don't know.

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