Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

Deciding though, that I can’t ignore her any longer, I hit answer.

“You bitch! Why are you ignoring my calls and texts?”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “I’ve been—”

“No, don’t want to hear it. I’ve decided that either, A—you’ve been having wild monkey sex with him and forgot to bring your phone, or B—you’ve completely turned into a hermit and only come out of your shell when it’s time to play because you’re too big of a pansy to tell him you want to play with his hockey stick, and you know which one I mean.”

Yes. I know. And now I’m thinking about it again.

This is why I ignored her calls.

“Neither actually,” I answer. “I’m playing and doing me, with the occasional screaming match with our friend from the beach.”

“Oooh! What happened? Hold on, Mandie wants to hear.”

“Hi, Mandie,” I deadpan and she laughs.

“Hey, Baylor, so tell us everything.”

“Nosy bitches,” I mutter and they laugh, which in return makes me grin. I miss them and maybe talking about everything will help? It isn’t like I have anyone to talk to. I’m alone, and I have a lot to unload on the subject of Jayden Sinclair. Leaning back against my comfy chair, I explain what happened when we first saw each other. The way he looked at me and how I looked at him. As I explain everything, though, I never express how I felt. How my heart did a stupid fluttering thing, or how I couldn’t breathe when he got so close to me. I only give them the basics.

So really, I don’t think I unloaded at all.

Mission failed.

But of course, they have a lot to say.

“I told you! He was looking out for you. That’s so sweet,” Mandie exclaims.

“It is, Baylor. Like, who does that?”

“A dumbass?” I ask because I don’t want to admit that I think it’s sweet, but they both shush me.

“You’re letting your pride get in the way. You don’t like when things don’t go your way,” Delanie informs me because apparently I wasn’t aware of that small personality trait of mine. “Plus, you don’t do well with people who get under your skin and make you feel. I’ve watched you play hockey for two years and never seen you hit someone. And let’s both agree that Seth deserved a good kick in the balls. But you hit Jayden, which means something, you know,” she says, singing the last part, and my body shivers with chills.

I hate Seth’s name. With a passion in my soul.

Ignoring it though, I let out an annoyed breath. I hate explaining myself. “That I was drunk and he said my mom didn’t want me? I think that deserves getting hit, just saying,” I add, but I sure don’t tell them that I pushed him again because he was frustrating me.

And turning me on…

Ugh. I need Jesus.

“Maybe y’all need to just do it?” Mandie suggests, causing my brow to go up.

“What?”

“Maybe there is so much sexual tension between you two that it won’t stop until y’all do it,” she says, and I laugh.

“I am not having sex with him,” I say very sharply. “I’d rather take a puck to the mouth.”

“You’re such a liar!”

I am.

“No! It’s true. He is the slime on my shoe, the pain in my ass. I swear, I’m gonna kill him.”

If I don’t tear his clothes off and hump his face.