A Son of Carver (Carver High #2) Read Online Free PDF

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    I repeat the words that I grasped onto when I realized that I was gonna be stuck with her all semester: She’s not who I thought she was and I’m gonna try to get to know her. Which, in theory, was a good idea. Except for one problem; she seems absolutely hell bent on not letting me get to know any side of her besides the snarky, demeaning one I already knew.
    Which should be no sweat off my back, but it bugs me. Everyone likes me. Most people love me. Charming is a word that’s often used to describe me. Even the people I’ve treated like absolute crap can’t seem to resist me. I mean, hell, Tatum and I are even friends again. So I guess it’s a challenge I’ve unconsciously accepted – trying to get her to like me. Or, at the very least, not completely despise me.
    I look back at Summer who glances down at my phone that’s sitting on the table. Grudgingly, I pick it up and turn it back on.
    Did you do something to piss her off?
    I laugh out loud at that.
    I’ve been playing by all her rules... haven’t even glanced at her tits all week
    Summer puckers her lips, thinking.
    Maybe you need to try a new approach?
    …… is my response.
    She glances down the table at Angel and Presley.
    I think she likes him
    You think Captain Obvious?
    She rolls her eyes at her phone.
    Maybe you could give her some tips… you know on guys seeing how you’re one of them
    Again, I’m laughing out loud.
    I’m absolutely positive she WOULD NOT appreciate that
    She looks at them again, then at me, then at her phone.
    Do you know why she likes him?
    No clue… into geeks?
    He’s so not a geek, at least not in a bad way
    I look at Summer and raise a questioning eyebrow. She bulges her eyes at me in return.
    So why does she like him?
    Pretty sure it’s his personality
    Should I be insulted by that comment?
    No
    I love your personality
    But she doesn’t
    Maybe you can be less of a guy and more of a friend
    I huff out an annoyed breath at my phone.
    I’ve stopped staring at her tits
    What more do you want from me?
    She rolls her eyes again.
    Forget it
    With that, she puts her phone away, tells her friends goodbye, and exits the cafeteria.
    Well that was not helpful.
    Presley and I are working on our first assignment tonight. I suggested we start in her bedroom, she suggested we look into my future landscapes at the local prison, I compromised and said we could start at her work, she said we have to save that for a Sunday when she’s not in one of her slutty uniforms, I told her her body in the slutty uniform was the best landscape I could possibly hope to capture.
    Shit. Maybe Summer was right. Maybe I do need to be less of a guy. Presley seems to get along better with guys who are castrated.
    I pick up my phone again.
    Hey buddy
    Looking forward to tonight!
    Your choice… just tell me where and when
    I include a thumbs up emoji followed by a blushing smiling face one just to drive home the fact that I, in no way whatsoever, belong to the male species. And that I have no balls. I’m thinking the castrated part is key.
    I watch out of the corner of my eye as she takes her hands off Angel long enough to pull the phone out of her back pocket. The corner of her mouth lifts in a lame attempt at a smile which drops off her face completely when her eyes meet mine.
    Your house…8
    Excellent. Presley, in my environment, is going to do absolutely nothing to change her opinion of me in any kind of positive way whatsoever.
     
    Summer told me not to drink before Presley showed up. I told her she was crazy – it’s Friday night… and I have to spend it with Presley. Needless to say, I’m four cans into a case of beer. Which means I have a dull buzz that’s taking my edge off and will hopefully make me more appealing to the demon who is currently taking up way too much space in my brain.
    “Come on, asshole,” Nate, my older, dumber brother says, crumpling up the wrapper from his last burger and shoving it into the fast food bag