Free Dating Trouble (Grover Beach Team Book 5) by Anna Katmore Page B

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    “My name is Susan ,” I corrected him with a growl. His calling me Sue, or even worse, “sweetness” was becoming a real pain in my neck.
    The chuckle that followed was proof enough that he didn’t give a damn about my name. “I’m wondering…does my brother know that his girlfriend is in detention?”
    “If you tell him, I’m going to shoot you.” My glare manifested my intention of really doing that. “And I’m not his girlfriend,” I added with a huff.
    “Yeah. I know that.” Chris stated this with an odd inflection in his tone, which made me wonder what he really meant by it.
    I decided I didn't care and hoped he’d leave me alone, but instead he slid into the seat next to me, tipped back to balance the chair on two legs, and stacked his feet on the desk. He started to spin the ball on his finger. “So, what got you in here?”
    Since there was no getting rid of him, I put my pen down, turned to him, and crossed my arms over my chest. “You, in fact.”
    “ Me ? Wow.” Chris caught the ball with both hands. “How?”
    “My history teacher saw me flipping you off this morning.”
    “Yeah”—he furrowed his brows, totally faking a hurt look, when he very obviously had trouble holding back a laugh—“that was actually rude.” For good measure, he waggled a finger at me. “We really need to work on your manners if you’re going to keep going out with my brother.” As he spun the basketball again, his toned biceps twitched underneath perfectly smooth skin, and I wondered why he’d abandoned his leather jacket. It might have stopped me from staring. Chris certainly was a dick, but there was no denying he looked just as mouthwatering as Ethan. Duh!
    “Speaking of which,” he continued with an innocent look I didn’t trust—not one bit! “Are you two going to meet up again today?”
    “Why are you so interested in your brother’s privacy? You should stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Especially when it’s also concerning my privacy, because I’m not going to tell you shit.”
    “Ah, such a cute mouth and such bad words. Now I get why you’ve been put in detention, Miss Miller. Must be a soccer thing with the language, eh?”
    When I didn’t get his meaning and pulled my face into a frown, he shrugged one shoulder. “It was a surprise to see you sitting with the Bay Sharks at lunch today. I assumed you’d be with the geek squad.”
    “Why would you think that?” I felt like I’d knocked into a wall. But then it dawned on me. “Oh, no, let me guess. The glasses, right? You really think because I’m wearing them I’m a nerd?”
    Wary, Chris hummed a sigh. “That was the idea, yes.”
    “And Ethan didn’t tell you that I was— am ”—I rolled my eyes at my own slip—“on the soccer team?”
    “Ethan doesn’t say much these days.”
    “For good reason. It’s none of your business.”
    “Maybe. But now I’m curious.” Chris made a face as if he’d left one detail totally out of sight. “Why does he suddenly go to soccer practice?”
    “If you must know, he’s taking my place for a while because I hurt my knee.”
    He sucked his lips between his teeth, and I swear, if it was Ethan doing that in front of me, I’d feel the need to throw myself at him this instant. But this was Chris, and I decided I felt nothing. Not even when his blue eyes turned a shade darker and a bit more mysterious. “Is that so?” he drawled.
    “Yes, that is so,” I replied, mocking his lilt. “And for your information, just because someone’s wearing glasses doesn’t mean he or she’s a geek. I only need them for reading, not for playing. And now, if you don’t mind, go and grate on someone else’s nerves. I’ve got homework to do.” I shooed him off with a wave of my hand.
    With a laugh, he got to his feet and clamped the ball under his arm. “Just tell me if he kisses you. I’d really like to know.”
    “The hell I will. Now go away.”
    Chris