Finding Cinderella by Colleen Hoover Read Free Book Online Page B

she?
    God I hope not.
    “I want to see where you had sex,” she says, matter-of-fact. “Come show me.”
    This girl confuses the hell out of me. What’s strange is how much I freaking love it. I begin jogging until I catch up with her. We walk until we reach the castle. She looks at me expectantly, so I point to the doorway. “Right in there,” I say.
    She walks to the doorway and peeks inside. She looks around for a minute, then pulls back out. “Looks really uncomfortable,” she says.
    “It was.”
    She laughs. “If I tell you something will you promise not to judge me?”
    I roll my eyes. “It’s human nature to judge.”
    She inhales a breath, then releases it. “I’ve had sex with six different people.”
    “At once?” I say.
    She shoves my arm. “Stop. I’m trying to be honest with you here. I’m only eighteen and I lost my virginity when I was sixteen. Plus, I haven’t had sex in about a year, so if you add it up, that’s six people in just a little over fifteen months. That’s like a whole new person every two and a half months. Only sluts do that.”
    “Why have you not had sex in over a year?”
    She rolls her eyes and begins to walk past me. I follow her. When she reaches the swings, she takes her seat again. I sit in the swing beside her and twist my body until I’m facing her, but she faces forward.
    “Why have you not had sex in over a year?” I say again. “You didn’t like any of the boys you met in Italy?”
    I can’t see her face, but her body language reveals that this could be that one thing . The thing that changes it all for me.
    “There was this one boy in Italy,” she says softly. “But I don’t want to talk about him. And yes, he’s why I haven’t had sex in over a year.” She looks back at me. “Look, I know my reputation precedes me and I don’t know if that’s why you brought me here or what you expect to happen at the end of this date, but I’m not that girl anymore.”
    I lift my legs until my swing spins forward again. “The only thing I was hoping for at the end of this date was a kiss on your front porch,” I say. “And maybe an accidental boob grab.”
    She doesn’t laugh. I suddenly hate that I brought her here.
    “Six, I didn’t bring you here expecting anything. Yes, I’ve brought girls here in the past but that’s only because I live across the street and I come here a lot. And yes, maybe I brought all those other girls here to have a little privacy while we made out, but that’s only because I more than likely just wanted them to shut up and kiss me because they were getting on my everlasting nerves. But I only brought you here because I wasn’t ready to take you home yet. I don’t even really want to make out with you because I like talking to you too much.”
    I close my eyes, wishing I hadn’t just said all that. I know girls like guys who play the uninterested asshole part. I’m usually pretty good at playing that part, but not with Six. Maybe because I usually am an uninterested asshole, but with her I’m as interested and curious and hopeful as I can possibly be.
    “Which house is yours?” she asks.
    I point across the street. “That one,” I say, pointing to the one with the living room light on.
    “Really?” she asks, sounding genuinely interested. “Is your family home?”
    I nod. “Yeah, but you aren’t meeting them. They’re evil liars and I already told them I was never bringing you home to meet them.”
    I can feel her turn and look at me. “You told them you were never bringing me to meet them? So you already mentioned me?”
    I meet her gaze. “Yes. I might have mentioned you.”
    She smiles. “Which one is your bedroom?”
    “First window on the left side of the house. Chunk’s bedroom is the window on the right. The one with the light on.”
    She stands up again. “Is your window unlocked? I want to see what your bedroom looks like.”
    Jesus, she’s nosey.
    “I don’t want you to see my bedroom.