Rock the Beat
Page 18
I fold my arms on the table and lean in. “Why? I don’t get it.”
Holly’s lips pull into a tight line. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
Light bulb. “Ah, I see. How recent?”
“Two weeks.”
Ouch.
I nod. “I take it things didn’t end on great terms?”
“No. He cheated on me. From what I’ve heard from the guys around the track who didn’t say a word to me while we were together, he’d been sleeping around for a while. He made it into the pro-circuit while I was away at school last year, and I guess he’s been with all the slutty, bimbos throwing themselves at him on a daily basis behind my back.”
That’s a story that hits a little too close to home and I find myself rolling my hands into fists in my lap. “Let me guess, you were blindsided when you caught him?”
She shakes her head. “He owned up to it after he forgot about the two-year anniversary date we were suppose to have.”
I glance back and narrow my eyes at Jackson and say to Holly, “He sounds like an arrogant little shit stain that needs his ass beat.”
Her soft lips twist like she’s fighting back some tears. “Maybe so, but I even after everything he did to me, I don’t wish him any physical harm.”
I know I haven’t known Holly very long, and it’s insane to feel protective over her, but I know exactly what she’s going through. Being cheated on sucks, especially when the person you love blindsides you.
How dare that douchebag do that to this beautiful, caring girl who obviously loves him. She’s a fucking prize, and if that little twerp couldn’t see that, he didn’t deserve her anyway.
“Oh, God. He’s coming over here. Ignore him,” she orders.
I open my mouth to protest, but Jackson stops at our table. “Holly? How are you?”
Holly stares up at him and smiles. “Hi, Jackson. I’m fine.”
His eyes drift down her body and linger awhile on her tits beneath her white tank-top. “You look great.”
What he means to say is that her tits look great—which they do—but after the way he treated her she shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at them. She should tell him to piss off, but she doesn’t. She actually bats her eyes at him and as she tells him he looks good too.
I don’t fucking get chicks. At. All.
This asshole did her wrong. Why is she being nice to him? One minute she hates him, and the next he has her under some sort of fucked up spell that’s turned the baddest chick I know into, well…she’s acting just like the shallow groupies who try to get my attention. Why would she even want him back after what he did?
This isn’t good. Doesn’t she know with this groupie act she’ll be just another easy mark for him? He’ll have the same thing on his mind that I normally do when it comes to women—fuck ‘em and dump ‘em—and Holly is too good for that. She’s not some random bimbo out for a good time. I’ve been around her long enough today to know she’s loyal and fierce, and deserves so much more.
I’m going to make sure that happens.
I reach across the table and intertwine my fingers with hers. “Who’s this, baby?”
Holly attempts to pull away, but I squeeze my fingers together, holding her in place. The little touch works. Jackson’s brown eyes zero in on it, and I smirk at Holly.
It takes her a couple seconds to realize that I’m helping her out and she smiles at me. “This is my friend, Jackson.”
I let go of her hand and stand up from the booth and extend my hand. “What’s up, man. I’m Trip.”
Jackson sizes me up, glancing down at my biceps before allowing a smirk to fill his face. He’s confident, and thinks he’s better than even me. If he’s not careful, I’ll wipe that smart-ass grin off his face for him. “I thought I knew all of Holly’s friends?”
I continue shaking his hand, squeezing a little tighter. “I’ve known her for a little while now—she’s really something.” I look down at her and wink.
Jackson lets go of my hand, and flexes his fingers. This time it’s my turn to wear a shit-eating grin.
He turns to Holly. “I know we aren’t on the best terms right now, but I’d love to stop out at the track. Would that be okay?”
Her face lights up. “Of course! We’d love to have you there.”
“Great. It’s a date. I’ll be there tomorrow,” Jackson answers with a grin before he turns back to me. “Nice to meet you, Trip. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
I nod. “You can count on it.”
I take my seat and shake my head as Holly watches Jackson walk out the door. “What do you see in him?”
She turns back to me. “I don’t see anything in him.”
I roll my eyes. “Give me a break. If I hadn’t saved your ass, you would’ve been a pile of girl-goo all over the floor. If you want to make a guy like him jealous, you have to be a challenge. You can’t go around throwing yourself at him.”
“I wasn’t throwing myself at him.”
I point at the table. “Yeah, you were. Trust me. I know what I’m talking about. You want this guy to notice you and kick himself for letting you go, you’re going to need my help. You have to make him come crawling back. He needs to suffer for doing you wrong, so he’ll know not to ever do it again.”
Holly’s lips pull into a tight line. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
Light bulb. “Ah, I see. How recent?”
“Two weeks.”
Ouch.
I nod. “I take it things didn’t end on great terms?”
“No. He cheated on me. From what I’ve heard from the guys around the track who didn’t say a word to me while we were together, he’d been sleeping around for a while. He made it into the pro-circuit while I was away at school last year, and I guess he’s been with all the slutty, bimbos throwing themselves at him on a daily basis behind my back.”
That’s a story that hits a little too close to home and I find myself rolling my hands into fists in my lap. “Let me guess, you were blindsided when you caught him?”
She shakes her head. “He owned up to it after he forgot about the two-year anniversary date we were suppose to have.”
I glance back and narrow my eyes at Jackson and say to Holly, “He sounds like an arrogant little shit stain that needs his ass beat.”
Her soft lips twist like she’s fighting back some tears. “Maybe so, but I even after everything he did to me, I don’t wish him any physical harm.”
I know I haven’t known Holly very long, and it’s insane to feel protective over her, but I know exactly what she’s going through. Being cheated on sucks, especially when the person you love blindsides you.
How dare that douchebag do that to this beautiful, caring girl who obviously loves him. She’s a fucking prize, and if that little twerp couldn’t see that, he didn’t deserve her anyway.
“Oh, God. He’s coming over here. Ignore him,” she orders.
I open my mouth to protest, but Jackson stops at our table. “Holly? How are you?”
Holly stares up at him and smiles. “Hi, Jackson. I’m fine.”
His eyes drift down her body and linger awhile on her tits beneath her white tank-top. “You look great.”
What he means to say is that her tits look great—which they do—but after the way he treated her she shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at them. She should tell him to piss off, but she doesn’t. She actually bats her eyes at him and as she tells him he looks good too.
I don’t fucking get chicks. At. All.
This asshole did her wrong. Why is she being nice to him? One minute she hates him, and the next he has her under some sort of fucked up spell that’s turned the baddest chick I know into, well…she’s acting just like the shallow groupies who try to get my attention. Why would she even want him back after what he did?
This isn’t good. Doesn’t she know with this groupie act she’ll be just another easy mark for him? He’ll have the same thing on his mind that I normally do when it comes to women—fuck ‘em and dump ‘em—and Holly is too good for that. She’s not some random bimbo out for a good time. I’ve been around her long enough today to know she’s loyal and fierce, and deserves so much more.
I’m going to make sure that happens.
I reach across the table and intertwine my fingers with hers. “Who’s this, baby?”
Holly attempts to pull away, but I squeeze my fingers together, holding her in place. The little touch works. Jackson’s brown eyes zero in on it, and I smirk at Holly.
It takes her a couple seconds to realize that I’m helping her out and she smiles at me. “This is my friend, Jackson.”
I let go of her hand and stand up from the booth and extend my hand. “What’s up, man. I’m Trip.”
Jackson sizes me up, glancing down at my biceps before allowing a smirk to fill his face. He’s confident, and thinks he’s better than even me. If he’s not careful, I’ll wipe that smart-ass grin off his face for him. “I thought I knew all of Holly’s friends?”
I continue shaking his hand, squeezing a little tighter. “I’ve known her for a little while now—she’s really something.” I look down at her and wink.
Jackson lets go of my hand, and flexes his fingers. This time it’s my turn to wear a shit-eating grin.
He turns to Holly. “I know we aren’t on the best terms right now, but I’d love to stop out at the track. Would that be okay?”
Her face lights up. “Of course! We’d love to have you there.”
“Great. It’s a date. I’ll be there tomorrow,” Jackson answers with a grin before he turns back to me. “Nice to meet you, Trip. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
I nod. “You can count on it.”
I take my seat and shake my head as Holly watches Jackson walk out the door. “What do you see in him?”
She turns back to me. “I don’t see anything in him.”
I roll my eyes. “Give me a break. If I hadn’t saved your ass, you would’ve been a pile of girl-goo all over the floor. If you want to make a guy like him jealous, you have to be a challenge. You can’t go around throwing yourself at him.”
“I wasn’t throwing myself at him.”
I point at the table. “Yeah, you were. Trust me. I know what I’m talking about. You want this guy to notice you and kick himself for letting you go, you’re going to need my help. You have to make him come crawling back. He needs to suffer for doing you wrong, so he’ll know not to ever do it again.”
