unappreciative of what she’s used to seeing. “You can actually come in and sit down, you know. Can I get you a drink of water? You seem very overheated.” She’s clearly trying to flirt with me, bringing my nauseated feeling to a whole new level.
“You really don’t have to; I don’t want to impose…” I call out to her as she walks away. She can’t possibly believe she looks good swinging her hips around like that. It’s ridiculous. I roll my eyes at her typical girl behavior, but make my way further into the house out of sheer curiosity to see a little more of Evie’s world.
I stop at the arched doorway to lean against the frame and look around, still clutching her notebook in my hand. There are more icons as Christina called them. Old black and white photos of various shapes and sizes that look like they’re from another country dot the walls. Probably taken in Greece since they’re Greek. Duh.
Evie’s senior portrait hangs over the mantle of the fireplace on the wall to my far left. Damn, she’s gorgeous. She blows away every other girl on the planet.
I’m finally calming down when a door slams in the back of the house.
“You will not fucking believe what happened to me today!” Evie’s angry voice carries to my ears.
My heart does a tap dance inside my chest. She’s seriously pissed.
An elderly woman’s voice chastises loudly, “Eva! Watch your language!”
That must be her grandmother because she has a thick accent.
“ Syngnomi YiaYia, milousa me ti Christina ,” Evie calls back in seemingly perfect Greek.
Her hotness factor just increased astronomically. I wish I knew how to speak her language. This new information is definitely going to play into my fantasies about her later tonight.
“What happened to you?” Christina asks, derailing my dirty thoughts.
There’s a loud bang like something slamming down on a surface. Evie continues to yell, “I flunked a calc quiz today, and my asshole teacher assigned Rob fuckin’ Falls to tutor me!”
“Eva…” a new elderly voice, belonging to a man, growls in warning.
Her grandfather is definitely home, and my nerves take another shot.
“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Christina giggles. “Don’t you think he’s hot?”
Shit. Her little sister is baiting her. I’m not sure I want to hear what Evie has to say though.
“Of course he’s hot! Have you seen his body? He’s built like a freakin’ god!” Evie shouts.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
My heart just stopped. Yep. Pretty sure I’m dead. Or dreaming.
Evie Papageorgiou thinks I’m hot.
More sounds and words float from the doorway, but I’m too dazed to decipher them. I’m going to increase my weights tomorrow morning; strength training for football has nothing on Evie thinking I’m hot. I usually feel like a dumb giant. But hey, if that’s what she’s into, I aim to please. And pleasing her is going to make slogging through the grueling hours of conditioning so much sweeter.
More slamming sounds come from the other room, bringing me back to reality like a kick in the nuts. That is exactly what I need to counteract the boner I’m definitely sporting now. This is far more entertaining than finding out that she hates me. Does she even hate me? I don’t know. Maybe it’s all part of her new act. I never pegged her as the kind of girl who would play hard to get. Then again, I never thought she’d date someone like Eddie Hinton, either.
“He touched me, Tini, and I swear to God…” Evie trails off.
That was a stupid idea, but I just had to find out if her skin actually feels as soft as it looks when we’re side by side in class, common sense be damned. It does.
“You punched him?” Tini questions through snorting laughter.
“Surprisingly, no. I think that guy might have sold his soul to Satan.” Evie’s tone of voice is dead serious.
It’s all I can do not to laugh. What the hell makes her think that? My life isn’t grand enough to warrant
“You really don’t have to; I don’t want to impose…” I call out to her as she walks away. She can’t possibly believe she looks good swinging her hips around like that. It’s ridiculous. I roll my eyes at her typical girl behavior, but make my way further into the house out of sheer curiosity to see a little more of Evie’s world.
I stop at the arched doorway to lean against the frame and look around, still clutching her notebook in my hand. There are more icons as Christina called them. Old black and white photos of various shapes and sizes that look like they’re from another country dot the walls. Probably taken in Greece since they’re Greek. Duh.
Evie’s senior portrait hangs over the mantle of the fireplace on the wall to my far left. Damn, she’s gorgeous. She blows away every other girl on the planet.
I’m finally calming down when a door slams in the back of the house.
“You will not fucking believe what happened to me today!” Evie’s angry voice carries to my ears.
My heart does a tap dance inside my chest. She’s seriously pissed.
An elderly woman’s voice chastises loudly, “Eva! Watch your language!”
That must be her grandmother because she has a thick accent.
“ Syngnomi YiaYia, milousa me ti Christina ,” Evie calls back in seemingly perfect Greek.
Her hotness factor just increased astronomically. I wish I knew how to speak her language. This new information is definitely going to play into my fantasies about her later tonight.
“What happened to you?” Christina asks, derailing my dirty thoughts.
There’s a loud bang like something slamming down on a surface. Evie continues to yell, “I flunked a calc quiz today, and my asshole teacher assigned Rob fuckin’ Falls to tutor me!”
“Eva…” a new elderly voice, belonging to a man, growls in warning.
Her grandfather is definitely home, and my nerves take another shot.
“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Christina giggles. “Don’t you think he’s hot?”
Shit. Her little sister is baiting her. I’m not sure I want to hear what Evie has to say though.
“Of course he’s hot! Have you seen his body? He’s built like a freakin’ god!” Evie shouts.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
My heart just stopped. Yep. Pretty sure I’m dead. Or dreaming.
Evie Papageorgiou thinks I’m hot.
More sounds and words float from the doorway, but I’m too dazed to decipher them. I’m going to increase my weights tomorrow morning; strength training for football has nothing on Evie thinking I’m hot. I usually feel like a dumb giant. But hey, if that’s what she’s into, I aim to please. And pleasing her is going to make slogging through the grueling hours of conditioning so much sweeter.
More slamming sounds come from the other room, bringing me back to reality like a kick in the nuts. That is exactly what I need to counteract the boner I’m definitely sporting now. This is far more entertaining than finding out that she hates me. Does she even hate me? I don’t know. Maybe it’s all part of her new act. I never pegged her as the kind of girl who would play hard to get. Then again, I never thought she’d date someone like Eddie Hinton, either.
“He touched me, Tini, and I swear to God…” Evie trails off.
That was a stupid idea, but I just had to find out if her skin actually feels as soft as it looks when we’re side by side in class, common sense be damned. It does.
“You punched him?” Tini questions through snorting laughter.
“Surprisingly, no. I think that guy might have sold his soul to Satan.” Evie’s tone of voice is dead serious.
It’s all I can do not to laugh. What the hell makes her think that? My life isn’t grand enough to warrant
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