Page 15 of One Week Hating You
“Me too,” Corrie chimes in, her gaze still glued to Blake. She looks like a tween girl staring at a poster of Shawn Mendes.
“So, are you still a virgin?” he asks.
My jaw drops. It’s more of a joke than a serious question.
“Finally gave it up for him and he dumps you on your wedding day. That must sting.”
Asshole.
I seriously want to punch him in the face. What is he doing here, anyway? I’m going to need to have a serious talk with Momma.
“I’m sure you had it all planned out,” he goes on. “Marry the guy who popped your cherry. Move into the fancy house, and pop out two kids or three… or four.”
God, I want to kill him. Is it a sin to wish someone dead?
What gets to me is that he knows me so damn well – that wasexactlythe plan.
“Looks like your plan went bust,” he adds with a cocky smirk – the one that always got to me – it hasn’t changed one bit – still as frustrating as ever. “What you gonna do now, Freckles?”
I don’t quite know what possesses me to do it – it all happens so fast, I don’t even think about it. I blame it on the short fuse I’ve inherited from Daddy. I throw my glass of iced tea right at his face.
I think his heart stops for a second. His face is completely drenched, and the top of his t-shirt too. His hair is splattered on his forehead, and he looks completely shell-shocked.
Corrie’s eyes are wide and her mouth hangs – she’s never seen this side of me. I keep it well hidden, but when Blake Taylor is around, that’s pretty hard to do.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he scoffs and stands up. He walks over to the kitchen sink and grabs a towel and dries himself off. “You have some issues, Freckles.”
“Correction… I haveoneissue. And that issue isyou.”
Corrie is on the verge of laughter, thoroughly entertained.
“Well, I’ll get out of your hair,” Blake says. “I’m mowing your mom’s backyard, and then I’m outta here. I was just joking around with you. You take things way too seriously. I don’t need this shit.”
“Neither do I,” I snap. “Good riddance.”
He turns to Corrie. “Nice to meet you.” He flashes her his charming smile, and she goes weak at the knees.
As soon as he disappears, Corrie breaks into laughter. “That was awesome.”
“Shut up.”
Momma makes a sudden reappearance. “Sorry, that was Marilyn on the phone. She’s coming over tomorrow with the kids.”
I smile at the thought of seeing Maddie and Jake again. I’ve missed them so much.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
Corrie’s smile stretches wider. “Maeve just threw her glass of iced tea at Blake’s face.”
Momma shakes her head. “What is it with you two? Always fighting like cats and dogs.”
Yes, cats and dogs.
Oil and vinegar.
That’s Blake Taylor and I.
“I love your room,”Corrie says. “It’s so you.”
