Free Confessions of a Heartbreaker by Jennifer Sucevic Page A

home at the end of the night . Seriously, that whole episode still cracks me up.
    I give her a little nod with a smile.  "Right, sure, I knew that."
    Her blush deepens.
    The girl next to Lindsey just continues to stare like she's in some kind of bizarre trance... or coma. Is it possible to be in a coma with your eyes wide open? Yeah, that's a little freaky.  I hold her gaze expectantly but all she does is stare mutely at me. I slide my eyes back to Jordan as I raise a brow questioningly.
    "Is she okay?  She's not having some type of seizure over there, is she?"
    Jordan closes her eyes briefly before shaking her head in what appears to be disgust. "She's fine. Just ignore her."
    Easy enough to do.  Picking up my fork again, I shrug my shoulders. That loaf-type-thingy is staring me straight in the eyes. I still don't know what it is... but from what I can tell, it's starting to form a thick gelatinous layer.  Jelly film or not, I scoop up another hulking forkful before shoving it into my mouth.
    Hmmm, I can't... quite... pinpoint the flavor.
    If Max were here, we would probably play that game- animal, vegetable, or mineral. I poke at it a few more times because I'm still curious to know what it is.
    I'm just about to engage Jordan in some scintillating conversation full of sexual innuendos when Max slides into the open spot next to me. If you thought my tray was loaded down, think again. Max actually has two helpings of that... loaf-type-thingy as well as a whole bunch of other sides. Max is a first string defensive tackle and takes bulking up extremely serious. I think he's up to six full meals a day now. Plus snacks.
    Almost immediately he starts shoveling the loaf into his mouth as we all stare silently at him.
    "What?" he says around a mouthful of... well, whatever the hell that is.
    I shrug. Jordan and the other two girls say absolutely nothing in response. Max eyes them all curiously before turning his attention back to me.
    And just to be clear- being inconspicuous is not one of Max's strong suits. "So, why are we sitting over here in no man's land?"
    "Just decided to try something new."
    Which is completely true. Me chasing after some girl is completely new.
    He nods his head towards the girls. "Do we know them?"

"Yep." I point to each one of them. "This is Jordan, Lindsey, and-" hmmm, I guess I didn't catch the dazed ones name. "That's-" I look to Jordan for help.
    "Annabelle."
    "Hey."  He gives a nod to each of them.
    "And this is Max," I add before turning my attention back to him. "So, why aren't you sitting with Captain Crazy?"
    Shoving another forkful into his mouth, Max scowls. Now whether it's from my inquiry or the mystery loaf, I don't know. I suspect it's the question. Lord knows I would grimace as well thinking about that psycho chick.
    "We're still splitsville."
    My brows slide upwards. Well, this has to be some kind of record. Usually Max and Emily break up for- oh, about eighteen to twenty-four hours before deciding that they really are soul mates... in some demented alternate universe where soul mates act like complete whack jobs.
    My lips twitch.  "Didn't do enough groveling, huh?"
    He shrugs. "Didn't even try." Then he shovels another forkful into his mouth. "I'm tired of her incessant drama."
    Whoa . All I can really say is that I'm stunned by this sudden turn of events. Who would have ever thought it possible that Max would tire of Emily and her whiplash mood swings? And, even more impressive than that, he used the word incessant correctly in a sentence.
    I'm blown away on both accounts.
    Jordan asks with some interest, "So, is Emily the one who's staring daggers at us right now?"
    We all turn, craning our necks to find Emily. Sure enough, she's glaring at the whole table with what appears to be a well-honed death stare. Honestly, I don't know what Max ever saw in her.
    Okay, I do know what Max saw in her- it's a great set of tits and a nice ass. Not to mention a decent face. But still, there