Free Blind Love (The Complete Box Set Romance Series) by Erin Wes

Barbie what I said.”
    She hadn’t
mentioned it. I knew he’d texted with her all week, but she hadn’t ignored me.
Guess she assumed that I wasn’t a threat. Nice.
    He walked away,
but I followed. “Dylan, listen to me.”
    He stopped. “Why?
Best case scenario, you’re just being mean. Worst case, you’re jealous. Either
way, you’re being a bitch, Taylor. Stop it. Is it so hard to imagine she might
like me?”
    No, it wasn’t
hard. Because I liked Dylan. Maybe not that way, but I could see myself liking
him that way. I didn’t, but it was possible.
    I watched him walk
out of the gym. I had to follow. I wasn’t letting Barbie do this to him. She’d
post it everywhere. Not only would she break his heart, she’d laugh at him and
the whole school would know.
    Things were turning
around for him. I didn’t want him to be hurt. I didn’t want to him to have a
setback. He was a good kid, and I finally understood what my dad had seen in
him because I saw it, too. I knew Barbie just saw a chance to win this contest.
    Stupid contest.
Girls were bitches.
    Guess I had to
talk to Barbie.
    I found her in the
bathroom, surrounded by some of the other cheerleaders. One look from me and
they scattered. Barbie wasn’t cowed, though. She probably felt she had the
upper hand. She sat on the edge of the sink where she’d been holding court.
    What I wouldn’t
give to kick her off the cheerleading squad, but I didn’t have that kind of
power. I’d have to go through the teacher advisor. She’s trying to have sex
with a friend wouldn’t be a viable reason in the teacher’s eyes.
    I stood in front
of her, my arms crossed. “Don’t do it, Barbie.”
    “Don’t do what?”
    “Don’t do what
you’re planning. Don’t have sex with Dylan.”
    She leaned closer.
“I think that you are jealous.”
    “I know about the
contest. You couldn’t pick someone other than Dylan?”
    She laughed. “No
one is more badass than him. Who else in this school has a tattoo?”
    I didn’t tell her
that he had more than one. I wasn’t going to give her the impression that we
were more intimate than we were. “He really likes you, and I don’t want to see
you break his heart.”
    She shrugged.
“He’s a guy. He’ll get past it.”
    “He has feelings,
Barbie.”
    “What guy is going
to turn down getting laid?”
    She was right.
Probably. I didn’t know that much about boys, but I knew they were perverts. I
sighed. “Barbie, please rethink this. Dylan doesn’t deserve this.”
    “Doesn’t deserve
to get laid or were you saving that for you?”
    Why was everyone
so sure that I was jealous? I was just looking out for Dylan.
    “I think you need
to leave us alone, Taylor. I’m going to win that contest and the evidence will
be on Instagram.”
    She brushed past
me. I took a moment to compose myself before I left the bathroom. When I
entered the gym, I didn’t see Dylan. The dance floor was crowded, but I doubted
that they were there. I looked around anyway.
    I spotted Bailey.
“Have you seen Dylan?”
    She crossed her
arms and frowned. “I think they went outside.”
    I hurried to the
outside doors. We weren’t supposed to go out this way, but I peeked anyway.
    “Taylor Dean,
where are you going?” Mr. Carter said.
    Dang chaperones.
“Just getting some fresh air. I’m not leaving the gym.”
    He stared at me
until I closed the door. I hadn’t seen anyone outside, but the lights only lit
up part of the field. Where were they?
    I returned to
Bailey. “Where did Barbie say they were going?”
    “I’m only going to
help you so that she doesn’t win. I think she was taking him under the
bleachers. She had a blanket set up there earlier.”
    I squeezed her
arm. “Thanks.”
    Now, I had to get
out of the dance without a chaperone noticing. I needed to find Dylan and
Barbie before anything happened.
    My phone dinged. I
looked at the screen. A group text from Barbie.
    “We’re going to do
the deed.”
    Shit. I hoped