I pulled the phone away, staring at the screen as rage raced through my veins.
JETT.
Who is this fucking clown?
“You fucking what? Jett? Jettwho?” I demanded, and he sighed.
“Put Summer on.”
“Like fuck I will. Don’t call my sister again.”
I hung up on him, realizing I’d now unlocked Summer’s phone. I wouldn’t read her messages, but it had one thing I needed. I scrolled through the contacts until I found the number and dialed it from my phone.
JADE.
“Hello?” She answered breathlessly, and I wondered if she sounded like that post-sex.
“You need to store my number under Future Husband.”
“Caleb? What do you want?” She sounded bored, and I frowned. This girl was immune to my charms, probably because she was Summer’s best friend.
“Other than your legs wrapped around my waist?” I teased, unable to help myself.
She sighed.
“Okay, tell Summer she left her phone in my car, and I’m bringing it over. Like the good person I am.”
“I’ll tell her. Oh, and Caleb?” She uttered, and my interest piqued.
“Yeah?”
“Delete my number.”
Then all I heard was the dial tone as she hung up, and I shook my head in disbelief.
One day she would fucking beg for it. I’d make sure of it.
Jade Chung, the hottest girl in our school. Silky black hair and striking green eyes, petite and fiery. She was intoxicating, but mainly because she wasn’t interested in me. She was dating some college guy who was a complete geek. No way was he enough for her. I clenched my jaw as I drove, wondering who the fuck Jett was and if he knew he had an expiration date rapidly approaching.
Prick.
CHAPTER 6
SUMMER
“You get it. I don’t want to speak to Caleb, no offense.” Jade shrugged, painting her final toenail, her tongue on her lips as she concentrated. I rolled off the bed and skipped down the hallway, making my way to the door. I opened it to see Caleb’s face fall upon seeing me.
“One. Thank you for bringing my phone.Two. Delete Jade’s number. She has a boyfriend, and she’s not interested.”
Caleb sighed when his eyes met mine, a look on his face I recognized and didn’t like. He looked like Dad when he did that.
“What?”
“Who’s Jett?” he scowled.
I tried to keep my face neutral, but my cheeks heated, regardless.
Fuck my cheeks!
