Gravity by Amanda Miga Read Free Book Online

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perks; my team loves the victory parties and I love the attention.
Reading minds is like serving life on a silver platter. But using
my ability this way isn't how I want to win championships, earn
grades, and keep friends. It reminds me every day, how I haven't
earned anything on my own. I feel bad about that. Sometimes I don't
feel like the MVP; I feel like a total loser—a cheater. I don't do
it 'cause I like it. I do it out of habit. Habits die hard—mine
doesn't die at all.
    I complete my test without reading the
questions. Once the answers are heard, it’s hard to stop. I aim to
please and the straight A's are addictive.
    'A' for addictive.
    I hand the booklet to the teacher, who smiles
approvingly—he doesn't expect any less from Alexander Aisling.
    At my desk, I wait for the bell with the high
achievers that finished early. Another reminder that maybe I'm not
like those kids, I don't study. Looking around the classroom,
Madison catches my eye—one of the smart ones , but also a
pretty girl. That's a hot combo. She smiles at me with her nice
full lips I'd love to chew on. I give her a wink. She averts her
eyes like she doesn’t care, but her flustered cheeks and her mind
tell me I've caught another one. I love doing that to girls and
best of all I love listening to them.
    Did Alex Aisling just wink at me? Oh my God!
Is he still looking...
    Madison briefly looks my way. I smile and
mouth 'Hi'.
    He is! He’s looking at me!
    I have about a minute before the bell
rings.
    Bet he'll be at Jake's party.
    I'm always at Jake's parties. You’re nobody
if you don’t show your face even if your face is denied entry. Jake
is one of my best friends and what kind of a friend would I be if I
couldn’t make it to one of the hottest nights before prom.
    The bell rings and I wait outside of the
class for Madison.
    "Hey, Madison!"
    She looks behind her as if there’s another
Madison. Her surprised sky-blue eyes nervously avert away.
    "Hey." I can't believe he's talking to me
right now.
    "Are you going to Jake's party tonight?" I
invade her personal space; reach for the heart charm dangling from
her bracelet. She flinches and her face turns red, but I finally
got her to really look at me.
    "Uh, y-yeah are you going?" she hugs her
books to her chest. Oh my God, his eyes are amber.
    "Yeah, what kind of a friend would I be if I
didn’t?”
    “Oh, right.” He’s Jake’s best friend. I'm
so stupid!
    “I was hoping maybe we could meet up there,"
I lower my voice and look at her lips briefly, "and get to know
each other better."
    Madison's mouth parts and her arms squeeze
her books tighter. "Yes, definitely. Yes!" Am I going to get to
run my fingers through that blonde hair?
    "Alright. I'll see you there." I allow my
eyes linger in hers for a moment to savor the glory of another easy
lay. I display my notoriously sexy smile and walk away listening to
Madison's mind explode as her friends nag her for details.
    At my locker, I can hear Jake and Pete
already making fun of my inflated ego. It’s easy for me because my
telepathy puts me at the top of the fuck-food-chain, but to my
friends, I'm just the pretty boy.
    "Poor girl doesn't know she is just a notch
in Alex the Great's belt. You’d think they’d learn by now." Pete
slams his back into the locker next to mine. "You’re like the new
ecstasy. If you were a pill I'd sell your ass to Jane Griffin."
    I cringe. "Jane has a beard."
    "And Madison?"
    "—Doesn't."
    Pete snickers.
    "What? I like her." I glance back at Madison
with her gossipy friends. One of them squeals when I look.
    "No you don't. You like her sweet ass and her
enormous—" Pete hands motion to his chest like he's handling two
melons.
    "Eyes." I finish. “She’s got nice eyes.”
    "If what you mean by her ‘nice eyes’, you
actually saying her ‘tight ass’ then yes—she’s got a nice tight
ass.”
    "As longs as you’re not in my dad’s den
again. I got shit for that last time." Jake nods at a group