Fries Before Guys (SWAT Generation 2.0 2)

Avery looked just as confused as I felt.

I reached forward and grabbed Avery’s wrist, hoping to calm her down. But my hand on her wrist only served to stiffen her spine even more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Avery repeated. “You’re confusing me.”

“I know what I’m talking about! I need that million dollars! I need it!” He shifted restlessly from foot to foot, becoming more and more agitated.

“Avery, behind me,” I ordered.

My heart was currently pounding out of my chest, and Avery was only getting more and more pissed the longer this went on.

“You want to know what I really think, motherfucker?” Avery continued.

I pulled her back until my arm was around her waist.

But still, she didn’t stop.

“I think you’re a useless piece of shit…”

“Avery,” I hissed.

She moved then, her face turning up to me.

“How about you go fuck yourself, Mr. February,” she suggested quite succinctly. “And while you’re doing that, I’ll save myself.”

She did this weird, twisting move then, and suddenly gun guy was on his back and Avery was pointing a shotgun at his head.

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” she ordered. “You’re on my property. I have a right to defend myself if I fear for my safety. And honestly, I’ve already been fearing for my safety since you walked up. Don’t test me.” She kicked him when he went to move. “I’m really not joking,” she continued. “And by the way, I hope that you find a really incredible roommate that likes butt stuff when you get where you’re going. And, lastly, I hope you rot in jail.”

Was it hot? Yes.

But I had to keep telling myself that she was nineteen.

Nine. Teen.

A teenager.

Avery Flynn was a fucking teenager.

A still-going-to-high-school teenager.

She took a year off when her mom died.

Still a teenager.

She’s very mature.

A very mature teenager.

She was so goddamn beautiful, though.

Like steal your breath away, doesn’t act anything like a teenager, teenager.

What teenager did you know volunteered at the volunteer fire department? Because I didn’t know any. Not until I saw Avery at a scene not too long ago.

“Are you going to call this in, or do you want me to do that myself, too?” Avery asked.

I allowed my gaze to slip from the dumbass who’d shown up here with a gun and a stupid attempt to get whatever ‘million’ dollars that Avery had of his and moved it to the woman who was still just as breathtaking now as she was at my sister’s wedding.

“I’ll call it in,” I murmured, slipping my phone free of my pocket and calling it in.

Thank God for waterproof cases.Chapter 3May your year be more ‘fuck yeah’ than ‘fuck this.’

-Avery’s secret thoughts

Avery

My SAT went well.

Well, as well as could be expected under the circumstances.

I wasn’t upset when I came out of the double doors of the local college. I knew that I’d done as well as I could.

I also knew that, given the circumstances, I could retake them.

But… I didn’t want to.

In fact, I wasn’t even sure that I was going to go to college after this.

Ever since the calendars for the SWAT team had come out, I’d been inundated with requests for a photographer.

I had a calendar that was so jam-packed that I was almost to the point where I was swamped.

The only thing stopping me at this point was school.

Which was where I was headed next.

I’d had my first four periods off due to the half-semester exams being this week.

And since I was done a little earlier than I expected, I was going to go to the counselor’s office and see what I could accomplish about switching my schedule around.

I already had three off periods during the day. I had one bogus class that I had to retake, and I was making such high As in the class that I really didn’t see the point in attending.

The only thing really fucking me over was gym. I was short two athletic hours, meaning that I had to go to class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for two hours a day. Once for a math class that I flunked by a point, and once for gym class that was a fuckin’ joke.

Tuesdays and Thursdays I had a BCIS class for my computer course that I was required to take, and another bullshit elective class in the office that was just me doing a bunch of errands.

The other hour I spent there consisted of lunch and then me leaving at one-thirty.

My hope was that I could switch my schedule around to have two days completely off.

I was so caught up in what I was doing and going to say to my counselor that I didn’t pay attention to the police cruiser in front of me until a loud brrrrp had me jumping three feet in the air.

I turned, my glare ferocious, and saw Derek laughing his ass off in the front seat of his cruiser.