Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies #2) Read Online Free PDF

swear to—”
    Before I can even finish, she says, “Shut up. You said we were going to have fun and get wild. Those guys are the ticket for that. Now shut your cakehole and get ready for a fun night!”
    Knowing that I have no choice in the matter, I fall back into the sand and mutter, “Whatever.”
    “Yay! Let’s go back and get ready!”
    “Yay!” I mimic, receiving a very unhappy look from the both of them.
    But, I’m so excited.
    Can you tell?
     

     
    I’m not a supergirlie girl.
    Obviously, since I play one of the toughest sports. But I actually tried for Florida. Well, no, let me rephrase that, Delanie made me try for Florida. Looking in the mirror, I smile at my reflection and I decide I don’t hate her as much as I did when we first got back to the apartment we rented. I braided my hair to the left side, still leaving some tendrils for a sexy feel. I’m wearing more makeup than just my trusty red lipstick, which is very unlike me. I have a good complexion so I don’t gunk it up with a lot of makeup, but today I did. It actually looks good with the red that stains my lips.
    When I was fourteen, I told my dad I wanted to be like the other girls and wear makeup. He took me to the pharmacy and handed me a tube of red lipstick. Then he told me that this was all I needed—that pretty girls wear red lipstick, and since I was the most gorgeous girl he knew, I needed red lipstick. I never questioned him because I never really do, and for the last almost seven years, I’ve only worn red lipstick. All the time. Even on the ice. My friends have tried to change that, but I never really caught on to the whole makeup trend and stuck with my lipstick.
    Maybe that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend.
    Ah, who am I kidding? I’m too busy for one.
    Tonight though, I pulled out all the stops. Okay, honestly, Delanie did all this, but I look good, so who am I to stick to the logistics. While my face is pretty, my outfit is cuter. Like I was instructed, I kept my bikini underneath the tank that had the Beatles on it, and it’s easy to say that Jude inspired my look tonight. With a pair of short shorts my dad would not approve of but make me feel a bit wild, I have my favorite flip-flops. Apparently they are doing a bonfire tonight, so around my waist is a black hoodie in case I get cold.
    I guess I look like every other college girl on her last summer hurrah.
    Typical.
    Coming out of my room, I find Delanie and Mandie waiting for me. Delanie is wearing a skimpy little dress, her bikini top showing through the sheer fabric, while Mandie looks a lot like me, in shorts and a tank.
    “About damn time!” Delanie complains as she gathers all the crap she’s been cooking all afternoon. She believes the way to a man’s dick is with food, hence why I was peeling potatoes and eggshells for two hours. Torture, it was, especially since she wouldn’t let me have any.
    “I didn’t even take that long!” I complain back, and she gives me a dirty look as Mandie laughs.
    “Actually, you did,” she points out. “But you look hot.”
    “Er, thanks,” I say with a shrug before Delanie starts to stack the Coke in my arms. She then stuffs the one spot in my arm that’s free with a huge bottle of Jack.
    “Can I carry this?” I ask, always the cautious one.
    “Yes, you aren’t drinking it. Yet,” she says with a nod before handing shit to Mandie.
    Oh, how stupid of me.
    “Who said I’m drinking?”
    Letting her head drop back, Mandie giggles as Delanie groans loudly. “Oh my God, can we leave prudish, cautious Baylor here? And take wild, fun Baylor to the party, please?”
    “What? I’m just asking,” I say back at her.
    “No, you are being a pain in my ass. Have fun, Baylor! You play hockey twenty-four seven, you have a four-point-fucking-oh GPA! Let loose! Have fun!”
    “I am!”
    “No! You’re calculating and trying to figure out a way out of this, when I can see it on your face that you want to go, and you want