End Game (Bellevue Bullies 4)

But do I want that distraction?

Would he be a distraction?

I also don’t want to distract him.

Damn it, what am I even thinking right now?

“I don’t know.”

Amelia reaches out, wrapping her arms around my neck before pressing her cheek to mine. “That is totally fine. This isn’t something that can be thought through in a few moments. Take your time. But I know my brother, and I know that look in his eye. He’s gonna get you to go out with him, and when he turns on that charm, you’re a goner.”

I drop my shoulders in defeat. “I know.”

She smiles, squeezing me tight. “But he’s kind, and he isn’t a jackass like some of these other assholes. He would be good to you—the perks of having three younger girls to care for before he finally got three boy cousins to run amok with.”

“I don’t know. It’s weird… He’s your brother, and you’re my person.”

She turns my face so she can look into my eyes, her blue ones blazing as she smiles. “And you’re mine, which is something to be said for Ryan. I wouldn’t be okay, knowing your circumstances, if he was an asshole.”

I exhale. She’s right. “I don’t like you right now.”

She giggles as she sits back, wiggling in her seat. “I get that a lot. I think it’s ’cause I’m so smart and always right.”

“Sure,” I say dryly as I look back down to my book. “I’m done talking about this. Can you help me not fail this math class?”

“Sure can,” she says with a chipper grin, and as she goes back to the chart from hell, my mind is everywhere but on what she is speaking about.

I’m thinking of Ryan.

Which is oh so bad.

Isn’t it?