How To Get Your Heart Broken Read Online Free PDF Page B

look right where I was standing, and at me. He smiled
as if to say he knew I was watching, and then he reached down and helped her
pick up her things. He had obviously been trying to annoy me, and it worked.
    I retreated a few feet
towards the couch, but I could still make out parts their conversation.
    “ Pride and Prejudice , I love that book!” I heard him exclaim.
    I snorted.
    “Really?” Ashton asked
in surprise.
    What an idiot! I’m
guessing he’d never read it, otherwise he wouldn’t claim to love it.
    “Actually, I left my
copy at home…”
    I had had enough. This
was absurd. I walked back towards the glass doors, slid them shut, and pulled
the blinds over, not caring if he heard.  
    Ash was always so…
innocent. At the same time, I think Rachel underestimated her. She probably
didn’t think he would give her a second look. And sure, Ash was shy and naïve;
few guys ever got the chance to look at her face because it was always buried
in a book, preferring fantasies of Mr. Darcy and Hamlet to the unappealing
reality that is the teenage boy. But with her emerald green eyes, long legs,
and olive toned skin, complemented by a small array of freckles that only made
her more endearing, she was far from unattractive.
    Despite her lack of
confidence she was probably smarter than both Rachel and I combined. And
opposites do attract. Rachel was…too
much of what he was used to. And I, well…I didn’t think he could handle me.
Besides, I wasn’t exactly inviting.
    I thought of Ash, with
her cookies on the table and her eagerness to lend Pride and Prejudice to someone who’d probably never heard of Jane
Austen. She was the picture you’d
find next to the definition of inviting.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
    Ok, So Maybe I
Think You’re Kinda Hot

 
 
    “Tell me you’re not wallowing about he-who-shall-not-be-named . You’re giving
him more attention than he deserves,” Rachel said as I approached the couch
with a loud sigh. She was wearing another pair of barely-there shorts and a
T-shirt she had never returned to me. I never bothered asking for them back
anymore, I just returned the favor whenever I borrowed her clothes.
    “Mmm, not wallowing,” I mumbled as I
plopped down beside her. I had actually committed to the opposite; I was
aggressively not thinking about he-who-shall-not-be-named which,
unfortunately, was why I had been thinking about the-idiot-next-door.
    “Whatever,” she muttered.
    “Honestly! Our idiot neighbor is a great distraction.”
    She sent me a suspicious glance.
    “Not in the way you’re thinking. Please, I just called him an idiot,” I
rolled my eyes.
    “Well, with you, that’s a term of
endearment,” she said matter-of-factly.
    I immaturely flicked her arm.
    “Ouch!” she exclaimed, slapping my thigh in
response. This was the sort of thing that always made people think we were
sisters despite the shades of difference.
    Without taking her eyes off the television
screen, she pulled out the hair tie that had held her hair up and handed me a
comb. She moved to sit on the floor in between my legs and waited expectantly.
    I stared at the back of her head with
narrowed eyes. Had we gotten to the point where she didn’t even ask?
    “Please?” She croaked out, as if it hurt her
throat to say the word.
    I released another dramatic sigh and begin
moving her mound of curls into a French braid. Even though I always acted like
I was doing her a favor, I actually enjoyed doing this for her. She didn’t let
just anyone touch her hair, so I was always pleased that this was one of our
little traditions.
    “What are you watching anyway?” I asked,
finally glancing at the T.V. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of it since I’d
entered.
    “ Up, ”
she said in a whisper.
    “Aww!” I exclaimed. “That was such a
sweet-”
    “ Shhh, I’m missing the best part.”
    I rolled my eyes. She had seen this movie at least fifteen times now. Rachel had
an obsession