End Game (Bellevue Bullies 4)

Chapter Fourteen

Sofia

Ryan walksout with an air of confidence that has me squirming in my seat. Squeezing my thighs together, I press my pen into my lip while I try to act like I’m looking at the chart on Amelia’s laptop, ignoring everything about Ryan Justice.

I’m not, though.

Damn it, he is so freaking hot. Ryan’s shoulders are flexed, straining the front of his shirt as he knocks fists with some guy in the corner. His hat is so low over his eyes, yet those Clark Kent glasses are on full display and that damn grin of his is unstoppable. His teeth are so white, his lips so thick. The athletic pants he wears are so fitted he might as well be wearing those shorts from earlier instead.

Those shorts…

I still haven’t gotten his strong legs out of my head. Or even how thick his dick was in them.

Damn it.

I don’t have to look at Amelia to know she is staring at me. I can feel her eyes on me, and when she leans back, tsking very loudly, I do my best to keep staring at the chart.

“So.”

I chance a glance, and I wasn’t wrong. Her eyes are narrowed, her brown hair falling over her shoulders as she taps a pen to the table while her eyes are locked on me. I remove the pen from my lip and lay it down. “So?”

“That was interesting.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Sofia Castilleja! Do you have a thing for my brother?”

“God, no—”

“Sofia! You’re turning beet red! You do!”

I groan forcefully, letting my head fall to the table in a loud thunk and causing my pen to go flying.

“Sofia! You lied to me!”

I groan more as I sit up. When I look toward her, I see her eyes are wide and she looks hurt. I hold my hands out, panic taking over. She doesn’t like to be lied to. I know this, and shit… Had I? Damn it! “No, no, no, I swear I don’t even know if I like him, like him. I’m very much attracted to him because, duh, have you seen him in running shorts? Oh my God, you don’t care about his running shorts…” She gives me a blank look, and I press my lips together. “When you asked if I was interested, I wasn’t.”

She raises a brow. “You know I think you’re full of crap, right?”

I grimace. I was hoping she wouldn’t think that. “No, because I’m not.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, you are. You so like him. I can see it all over your face. And for the past couple days, you’ve been a liar, liar pants on fire.”

I blink. “Sorry, did we go back to third grade?”

Amelia scoffs. “For real, this is so annoying. My brother is awesome. Like super awesome—”

I hold up my index finger. “Every time I’m around you two, you fight.”

“That’s ’cause he’s a big asshole,” she says with a nod. “But I’m also his little sister who drives him insane. Even so, he is also very thoughtful and sincere. He’d do anything for anyone. He would be a great boyfriend if he wanted to be. Though, he hasn’t been one because he’s so busy. And let’s be honest, girls are dramatic.”

I snort as I nod. “True, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t like-like him. I’m just attracted to him.”

Leaning on her hands, she narrows her eyes. “So you’re telling me you just want to do my brother?”

I almost choke on my tongue. “Whoa, lady. Relax. No one said that.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I think I agree with him. You like him.”

“I don’t even know him.”

“’Cause you won’t give him a chance.”

I have nothing to say to that. Looking down at my book, I shrug my shoulders, completely over this conversation. “Guys aren’t on my agenda, Amelia. Ryan is gorgeous and funny, I guess, and the good Lord gave him abs for days. But I don’t have time. I’m too busy, and boys just freak me out.”

I don’t look at her, but I already regret what I just said. Clearing her throat, Amelia moves her head to a position so that I can’t look anywhere but at her. I bet the coffee house is getting one hell of a show. “I’m sorry… Two things.”

“Can’t we just go back to studying?”

“Nope,” she says as she sits back, and I meet her gaze. “One, when did you see my brother’s abs?”

Kill. Me. Now. “I was running this morning, and I fell when I realized the guy I was ogling and lusting over was, in fact, your brother in short shorts. I fell to my death, and he came to rescue me.”

She’s trying not to laugh. “Of course he did. He’s amazing.”

“He has amazing abs.”

“I’ve seen better,” she says, waving me off. “So I’m guessing he was running without a shirt on and in these short shorts you’ve mentioned twice now?”

“Yes,” I mutter, and her lips tilt.

“And you never thought maybe to jump him or seduce him?”

I widen my eyes. “No!”

“Does this have to do with the boys freaking you out thing?”

I look away. “Maybe.”