She's My Everything (Crave and Claimed Book 1) by Sam Crescent (books like beach read TXT) 📕

There’s no law that says so but I promise you it’ll be a good time.

Rather than respond, she folded the note and continued to listen to the teacher. Nothing good could come from dating Blue. She knew of his reputation with the girls around this place, and the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near it.

Chapter Two

Blue wasn’t used to fighting for a woman, but he didn’t mind Laylah being pessimistic about dating him.

“You got burned down,” Mitchell, his closest friend said.

“Don’t start. I didn’t get burned down.” He tossed the ball back to one of his teammates before heading to the water stand. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water, then drank it all down in one gulp.

“Did you or did you not ask Laylah on a date and she said no?”

“She didn’t come out right and say no. She merely made her escape and ignored me throughout English and avoided me for the rest of the day.” He frowned. “Is it normal for babes to do that?”

Mitchell laughed. “I’ve never known a chick to run in the opposite direction. That’s news to me.”

“You’re not helping me at all. You know how much I like her.” He crushed the cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash bin. Their coach had already called time on practice today, but as always, they stayed behind to keep at the top of their game.

He was distracted today. All he kept on doing was replaying what went down with Laylah. How could she not want him?

In all the scenarios that played in his head, her not wanting him wasn’t high on the list, and he was a little … no, a lot, put out. Why didn’t she want him? He was a good catch.

“Maybe your reputation is a sticking point for her.”

He frowned as he looked at his friend who held his hands up. “Don’t blame me. I’m not the one who, you know, screwed his way through the cheerleading squad, and had all of those cougars after you.”

Blue regretted telling his friend about the woman who taught him everything he knew. “How could she know all of that?” He glared at his friend and at that moment, he hated his reputation.

“Girls talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He looked toward the field and shook his head. “I’m out. Talk to you later?”

“Sure thing.”

Mitchell waved at him as Blue headed toward the locker room. He took a quick shower, changed into some sweats, grabbed his gym bag, and headed out toward his waiting car.

As he got there, he heard the unmistakable sound of a car refusing to turn over. He glanced toward the sound and was surprised to see Laylah still at school. She stopped trying to turn over the ignition and slammed her palm against the steering wheel.

“Come on, baby, one more,” she said, all but screaming.

After walking over to her car, he held his key out and knocked on the window. He couldn’t help but smile as she had to wind down her window. Her car had been a bit of a joke when she first arrived with it at school a year ago, but he saw the charm.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Need a ride?”

“Nope.” She grabbed her cell phone. “I’ll call the garage my father uses.” She put the cell to her ear.

He knew how busy the garage in town got and she’d have no choice but to leave the keys above the wheel and they’d grab it at some point, or they asked you to drop off the keys at the office on your way home. He’d experienced car trouble before, and after listening to her conversation, he figured she had the same look.

“Great, just great. I can’t leave my key on the wheel.”

“No one is going to steal this piece of shit.”

“Don’t start,” she said. “This isn’t a piece of shit. It’s a damn good car.”

“Do I need to point out the obvious? It’s broken down.”

“And it’s the first time it has done it. Dad kept telling me to get it booked into the garage, but the wait is like two weeks.”

“So you haven’t gotten it checked over at all?”

She glared at him. “Why are you still here?”

“I had practice. Why are you still here?”

“I was studying.” She grabbed her bag and climbed out of the car. He watched her as she locked it. “Thanks for coming over to see me.” She tucked some hair behind her ear and turned away, about to leave. He admired her curvy ass before realizing she was walking away from him.

He cleared his throat. “I can give you a ride, you know. Drop you off at the garage to give them the keys and stuff like that.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

“I’m a nice guy.”

“I’m not going on a date with you.”

“I didn’t ask you again. You turned me down. It’s going to take a lot more than a ride to get me to go on a date with you.” He hated the words the moment he said them, but he needed her to relax. That wasn’t going to happen if all she saw was the negative crap.

“Fine. You’re right. A ride would be great.” She hiked her bag up onto her shoulder and she followed him across the parking lot to his car.

He opened the door for her, playing every part the gentleman. As far as he was concerned, this was totally a date. Laylah may not like it, but he was going to make sure by the end of it, he got a kiss, or something. He was forever the optimist, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Climbing behind the wheel, he turned over his ignition, reminded her to wear a seatbelt, and took off, driving out of the school parking lot.

Not the best way to get a date, but he was a winner for a reason.

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Laylah came out of the garage