Page 4 of Falling for Her
You see, I'm a loner. I prefer baking to friends because most friends are fake and mean, so I became a target. No shocker there I guess.
I turn the whisk off and gently spoon the mixture off the metal whisk into the bowl before spooning it into the tin, my mind frazzled.
I walked out of the bathroom and heard him chuckling on the phone with his girlfriend. He said it may have taken him a while, but he got what he wanted, and now she owed him her butt.
Yeah, I know, gross right?
He was soon shocked when I tore his phone from his ear and smashed his phone on his side table. His penis was still out with the filled condom on.
I heard his girlfriend demand proof, and apparently, he recorded us, and now he can't access it. I also smacked him in the face and threatened to report him, so hopefully, he'll stay away from me from now on. Knowing Portia, she's probably told everyone in school how pathetic I was to give her boyfriend something special, not realizing he couldn't stand me.
And to think I made him my special iced cinnamon buns – Jackass…
“What happened, sweetheart?” Mom asks, seeing right through me.
I sniffle and half admit, “Cody has a girlfriend…”
I grab the cake tin, open the oven, and place it inside before carefully shutting the door as Dad demands, “You are his girlfriend, Esmerelda. What are you talking about?”
I swallow hard and turn and look at my parents, my world.
Although I'm only five foot five my mom is five-seven, and my dad is five-eleven, I am the spitting image of my mother, with mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I have my dad's nose, but that is about it.
He has light brown hair and caramel eyes, making him quite attractive to the female population which is just ugh. According to my mom, every girl wanted him in high school, but he chose her. After twenty years together, they have me, their own businesses, and a life Mom describes as one she's always wanted.
“I was a bet,” I admit, and Dad's cheeks redden as anger takes over his features. Mom looks at me closely and sees something I was hoping she wouldn't see before she sighs, not with disappointment but with sadness for me.
When a girl decides to give a boy that part of herself, it's not without a lot of thought, or at least with me, it wasn't. Idatedhim for a year before I gave myself to him. I mean, he told me he loved me…
How gullible am I, huh?
I sniffle again, and my dad sighs before walking over to me and taking me into his strong arms. I melt as I lay my head against his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. I mumble, “You're getting flour all over you…”
His chest rumbles as I feel Mom's fingers in my hair, making me smile a little as Dad states, “And I don't care… my daughter is hurting.”
I nod and let my tears fall. I was hesitant when Cody asked me out. I just thought it was because I'd never had a boyfriend before, but now, clearly, it's because he's a jerk, and my sixth sense told me to stay away.
I just wished I had listened, but I won't be fooled again.
School and baking are the only things I need to worry about now. Boys can wait until I'm in my thirties, at least.
Famous last words, though because little do I know, my life is about to be turned upside down.
Chapter 1
Jokester – Seventeen Years Old
“Ohmygod,Ican't believe Dad is allowing you, Bullet, Maverick, and Slick to go on the club fun run on your bikes no less. How amazing is that?” Bethany gushes from where she's pushing against my side, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from snapping at her to fuck off because, well, she's supposed to bemy girl.
My arm is casually over the chair she's sitting on, where it was before she even sat down but I'm not touching her, refusing to. That hasn’t stopped her from touching me every chance she gets though, like now, her hand is gently rubbing my leg making me want to shiver is disgust.
For a year, I've beendatingBethany, something she was anticipating because, of course, she went to daddy, as I thought. When I told her she was my girl after I returned home, she squealed and thanked her father. She wanted me and promised to change her behavior just to make sure she got me, and instead of standing by me, both my father and my Pres stood by her, showing me what I fucking meant to them.
Wouldn’t surprise me if she had something on them.
After Butcher and dad brought up the situation, I ran away for about three days, not contacting anyone, to the point that my mother blew up my phone along with everyone else's, especially Bullet who was expecting me to return to the ring to train with him.
The club is everything to me. I was brought up to always put it first, and to have something I have worked so hard for, not only to be threatened with having it taken away along with the roof over my head was gut-wrenching, I needed time.
