the second one.” I try to pay attention to their conversation, but the motocross lingo is lost on me and soon I get bored and watch the races instead. While they're talking, Jace's phone beeps and he pulls it out of his back pocket.
I know it doesn't matter who texts him because he's allowed to have friends. But I can't help myself when I squint through my sunglasses to catch a peek at his phone. The screen shows one new text message from Sara. He glances at the screen and then shoves the phone back in his pocket without opening the message.
Sara? I've never heard that name before. Jealousy grabs a hold of me and my heartbeat quickens. I take a deep breath and tell myself to calm down. Sara could be another cousin for all I know. Plus he didn't even read the message, and if it was someone important, he'd have read it.
I absentmindedly wring my hands while Jace and JoJo keep talking. I stare out at the track, pretending to watch the bikes as they zoom by, but really all I'm thinking about is that mysterious text message. No matter how many times I tell my brain to chill out and get over it, I'm still not chill and so not over it.
Jace's fingers intertwine between my own, pulling my hand away from the other one. It almost feels like he saw me wringing my hands and decided to hold one of them to make me stop. Or maybe he's just holding my hand just to do it. Regardless, I look over and smile at him and he smiles back.
He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from my ear. He whispers, “Sara is the payroll person for Mixon Motocross Park. She sends a text to everyone when our paycheck stubs are ready.”
I lift an eyebrow, and then quickly cover it up, plastering a bored look on my face. “Okay, so?” I say, totally not as convincing as I should be.
He winks at me and wraps an arm around my waist. “Just thought you should know.”
A warm content feeling falls over me as I gaze into my boyfriend’s eyes. I knew that text was nothing to worry about. I hope that with time—or, you know, no time—I’ll get to a point where things like that don’t bother me at all.
It's amazing how my attitude and perception can change—literally—overnight. Yesterday and for the past few months I've been dating Jace, I was a freaked out jealous rage monster anytime a girl so much as glanced in Jace's direction. I felt inadequate and unworthy to be dating someone of fame and talent and attractiveness. I felt like it'd only take one smile from a hotter, better girl to make him run away and leave me for her.
None of that is true. I know this, but it was nearly impossible to believe until today. I am not inadequate or unworthy. If Jace thinks I'm hot then I'm hot, dammit. It doesn't matter what anyone else, or myself, thinks. And if Jace says he loves me, then he loves me. And love isn't just a four letter word to him. He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it.
Jace cocks an eyebrow curiously at me as he probably wonders what sorts of things are going on in my head. It's right about now that I realize I'm not just grinning a small, stupid grin. I'm full out smiling like a freaking clown. I force my lips to retreat from the sides of my face and form a more simple, coy smile.
I lift an eyebrow at Jace, mocking him, and then grab his hand. My heart turns to mush when he squeezes it, a silent gesture telling me he loves me. I squeeze back—a silent I love you, too.
Check out Amy’s other books with these excerpts:
CHAPTER ONE
"Why do you kiss me like this if you're not going to have sex with me?" I ask, exhausted of the same making out after school routine. Elisa's eyes flicker and she looks away, ashamed.
Dammit.
I guess I shouldn't have said it like that, but it's too late now. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but it's just so damn frustrating. We make out every day until her Mom gets home, but that's just it. I'm so sick of second base. When will she let me get to third? Or at the very least – short
I know it doesn't matter who texts him because he's allowed to have friends. But I can't help myself when I squint through my sunglasses to catch a peek at his phone. The screen shows one new text message from Sara. He glances at the screen and then shoves the phone back in his pocket without opening the message.
Sara? I've never heard that name before. Jealousy grabs a hold of me and my heartbeat quickens. I take a deep breath and tell myself to calm down. Sara could be another cousin for all I know. Plus he didn't even read the message, and if it was someone important, he'd have read it.
I absentmindedly wring my hands while Jace and JoJo keep talking. I stare out at the track, pretending to watch the bikes as they zoom by, but really all I'm thinking about is that mysterious text message. No matter how many times I tell my brain to chill out and get over it, I'm still not chill and so not over it.
Jace's fingers intertwine between my own, pulling my hand away from the other one. It almost feels like he saw me wringing my hands and decided to hold one of them to make me stop. Or maybe he's just holding my hand just to do it. Regardless, I look over and smile at him and he smiles back.
He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from my ear. He whispers, “Sara is the payroll person for Mixon Motocross Park. She sends a text to everyone when our paycheck stubs are ready.”
I lift an eyebrow, and then quickly cover it up, plastering a bored look on my face. “Okay, so?” I say, totally not as convincing as I should be.
He winks at me and wraps an arm around my waist. “Just thought you should know.”
A warm content feeling falls over me as I gaze into my boyfriend’s eyes. I knew that text was nothing to worry about. I hope that with time—or, you know, no time—I’ll get to a point where things like that don’t bother me at all.
It's amazing how my attitude and perception can change—literally—overnight. Yesterday and for the past few months I've been dating Jace, I was a freaked out jealous rage monster anytime a girl so much as glanced in Jace's direction. I felt inadequate and unworthy to be dating someone of fame and talent and attractiveness. I felt like it'd only take one smile from a hotter, better girl to make him run away and leave me for her.
None of that is true. I know this, but it was nearly impossible to believe until today. I am not inadequate or unworthy. If Jace thinks I'm hot then I'm hot, dammit. It doesn't matter what anyone else, or myself, thinks. And if Jace says he loves me, then he loves me. And love isn't just a four letter word to him. He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it.
Jace cocks an eyebrow curiously at me as he probably wonders what sorts of things are going on in my head. It's right about now that I realize I'm not just grinning a small, stupid grin. I'm full out smiling like a freaking clown. I force my lips to retreat from the sides of my face and form a more simple, coy smile.
I lift an eyebrow at Jace, mocking him, and then grab his hand. My heart turns to mush when he squeezes it, a silent gesture telling me he loves me. I squeeze back—a silent I love you, too.
Check out Amy’s other books with these excerpts:
CHAPTER ONE
"Why do you kiss me like this if you're not going to have sex with me?" I ask, exhausted of the same making out after school routine. Elisa's eyes flicker and she looks away, ashamed.
Dammit.
I guess I shouldn't have said it like that, but it's too late now. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but it's just so damn frustrating. We make out every day until her Mom gets home, but that's just it. I'm so sick of second base. When will she let me get to third? Or at the very least – short
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