The Truth About James (Y.A Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

of Dean’s shoulder blades and he loosened his grip around my waist, and I reluctantly stepped out of his embrace. I looked up at him and his forehead creased, his eyes reading confusion. We were having such a good time, something was clearly clicking between us, but then something happened and everything changed. That something was my brain, my mind, my common sense, my wisdom from past experience. I was a changed girl who had no intention of following in my previous footsteps of shame and foolishness.
    He’d understand soon enough that I wasn’t the girl for him, moving on to a finer piece of ass who could proudly dance beside him, stand beside him as the worthy prize to his champion like stature.
    But not me.
    “Thanks for the dance, it was nice.” I murmured softly and walked away off the dance floor towards Jenna, leaving Dean by himself, dumbfounded and frozen. At least I hoped he was dumbfounded and frozen. I was almost in the home stretch, just having to bypass a few dancing duo’s before making my way back to Jenna’s safe haven.
    But I was clearly out of all luck, because my foot stumbled abruptly across the carpet and I went tumbling down with my eyes closing from the surprise. Something strange happened, because I didn’t feel the floor. What I did feel, was a pair of hands strongly gripping both of my arms instead. I opened my eyes, relieved that the embarrassing scene was diverted, all thanks to a hero. I grabbed the strong hands holding me still and looked up at my hero’s face, ready to declare my ever loving thanks for saving me from a moment I wouldn’t be able to forget for a while.
    All I saw was green eyes, beautiful soft green eyes. Green eyes that soon became hard and full of fury once I realized whose they were. 
    James!

 
    CHAPTER 3
     
    It was finally here, the moment I feared the most happening.
    Running into James.
    Following my instincts, James’ green eyes hardened as I attempted to jerk my arms off his tight grasp. He was too strong and hilariously, my arms barely moved an inch.
    “Get your hands off of me.” I hissed sternly, staring into his beautiful green eyes as they desperately searched mine for the girl from the library at lunch today. He squeezed my arms, caressing the skin with his coarse fingers, as if he were trying to send me a message. Someone should have told him humans didn’t have Bluetooth’s inside of them, because that would be the only way I could ever understand his stupid code.
    Message failure!
    Practically smirking, the bitterness inside me was sneakily making its way out, and for the good of the entire party, it would be for the best if we separated right now.
    “Let go of me James.” I demanded quietly, but just as fiercely, albeit more civil than my previous tone. His jaw clenched, twitching from obvious anger that this girl right here, she was over it, over him.
    Cute Baseball player James, be gone now!
    His fingers unclasped around my arms, the skin glowing red, highlighting a trail of his desperate fingertips. I’d have to slap them out of my skin later. An entirely red arm was better than a clearly bruised one. I knew he didn’t mean to actually bruise my skin, but because he deserved to be tortured a little (maybe a lot), I was going to shove this little memento from him in his face.
    Make it sting just like he made my heart sting after school today. 
    “Thank you.” I whispered, shaking my head. I jerked my arm towards him, showing him what he did. “Thank you so much!”
    Connecting the dots in lightning speed, James’ eyes widened, seeming shocked from the accusation I was bestowing on him. He was lucky I practically whispered it. If I didn’t, then this party would have become a bit crazier. Shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was getting this shit from me, he turned, quickly disappearing off the dance floor.
    What just happened? As my heart ran at a dangerous rate, I searched for Jenna’s eyes, fearing she was in the