Mutual Hatred - Love Game by Ruth Houston Read Free Book Online Page B

my jeans and sweats. Otherwise known as seeing me at my worst."
    "Is that what you're going to wear tonight?"
    "This top and maybe that skirt you're wearing? You don't mind if I buy it too, do you?"
    Taryn pretended to think about it before grinning, "Hey we can be matching! I saw a red halter top like yours; maybe I'll buy it. That way we've got a fair deal, yes?"
    Shelley agreed and they girls made their purchases.
    "We have the rest of the afternoon. What do you want to do?" asked Shelley.
    "Let's go have lunch. I'm starving and you probably are too," replied Taryn.
    The two exchanged looks and said at the same time, "Carl's Jr.!"
    Shelley didn't know what it was about Carl's Jr. that attracted them. Maybe it was the greasy fries, or the condiment-filled hamburgers; it was a mystery to them. But it was a known fact that Taryn and Shelley would eat Carl's Jr., anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
    They chatted about things going on in their lives over a late lunch and it was a little bit after three o'clock when they decided to head back to Shelley's place.
    "I'm so tired. Can I just fall asleep on your bed for like 5 hours?" asked Taryn as she yawned, which cause Shelley to yawn too.
    "Sure. I probably won't since I've been up for a total of three hours. But you can crash here and I'll wake you up when it's time to get ready for the party."
    "Mm-kay," mumbled an already half asleep Taryn.
    Shelley shook her head and spent the afternoon on her computer researching football. She looked up websites that gave coaches tips and found several interesting, helpful ones. She hoped they would help.
     
     
     
    Chapter 6 – This Means War
    Stunning.
    That's how Brandon would have described Shelley when she walked through the front door.. Her little friend too. But Shelley stood out more with that unforgettable long hair and intoxicating smile. And from his seat on Kyle's couch in the living room, he could tell the rest of the male population at the party felt the same way too.
    Sick. It made him sick.
    But not really. It annoyed him that the moment she arrived at the party, she captivated everyone. And Brandon meant everyone . That dumbass, Johnny Nickol, had practically accosted her and was now making her laugh endlessly. His friends were cackling hysterically like hyenas.
    Absolutely disgusting.
    Who did he think he was? All over their captain like ketchup on a hotdog!
    Horrible.
    What was she thinking? Johnny Nickol was nothing more than a perverted creep. Didn't their brilliant captain know that? So maybe Brandon didn't like Shelley. But he did have a conscience. And he wasn't about to let the football team's 'only hope' get mauled by Nickol. It was time to play hero and save the damsel in distress.
    Brandon quickly stood up and made his way to Shelley's side. He could tell she was surprised but masked it by flashing him one of those smiles that made his heart melt.
    Okay, so the secret's out.
    Brandon Miller was NOT a playboy. He's just the guy who's looking for 'that girl'. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone. Not even his own mother. Truth be told, he told girls he loved them to see their reaction. If he thought he could put up with the aftermath, he'd stick with the girl.
    Number of times that Brandon Miller has stuck with a girl after 'I love you'? Zero. Number of time he's broken hearts? Too many to count. We'd need more than two hands for that one. In fact, all the girls he's dated could start a club. The Brandon-Broke-My-Heart-But-I-Still-Love-Him Club.
    Shelley wasn't one of those girls though. She was genuine. And she was one of the only girls he knew, besides his sister, that didn't have a crush on him. In fact, she hated his guts. Brandon didn't blame her. He'd been kind of stupid with the prank. But after the shaving cream incident, he'd be more careful. He'd get her back for that. She wouldn't even see it coming.
    Shelley poked his shoulder. Hard, mind you. "Is there something you wanted?"
    "I, ah, need to talk to you,"