P.S. I Loathe You by Lisi Harrison Read Free Book Online

rocked back and forth.
    Massie rolled her eyes and stepped away from the spectacle.
Gawd, would he stop at nothing to get her attention?
    “Ehmagawd.” Dylan raced to his side. “Y’okay?”
    “Yeah,” he moaned while she helped him onto her chair. “I went to soccer practice and tried to push through the pain. And it got worse.” Derrington lifted his leg and pulled off his white sweat sock to reveal a black and blue foot the size of a walrus flipper.
    Claire pity-gasped. Massie turned away in disgust.
    “Now I’m off the team until it gets better.” He smiled like someone who had better things to do, even though he probably didn’t. “Looks like I’ll have a lot of free time after school now.”
    “Well, I won’t,” Massie blurted, just to be clear. “I’m getting involved in the arts,” she said loud enough for Dempsey to hear.
    “But you’re the best player on the team,” Kristen whined. “And now that we’re one school, the Tomahawks’ score affects our overall standing. You could totally bring down the Sirens.”
    “Thanks for caring,” Derrington teased his fellow captain, wincing in pain.
    “Good afternoon.” Alicia’s voice crackled from the speakers. “This is Alicia Rivera with your lunchtime news brief.”
    Everyone in the café took their seats and stopped talking— not because they cared about school news, but because they thought she was hot.
    “First up, the Christmas play.”
    Layne squeezed Dempsey’s arm. Massie flicked a soybean at her back.
    “I am pleased to announce that this year’s female and male lead in
The Wizard of Claus
will be played by Layne Abeley and Dempsey Solomon.”
    “YESSSSSS!” Layne threw her fedora in the air. A flurry of mangy pigeon feathers drifted to the ground.
    Dempsey threw his tanned arms around her and lifted her into the air. Massie flicked another soybean, this time pegging Layne on the cheek.
    Dylan threw her head back and cracked up.
    “Jealous much?” Layne shouted at the entire café, having no idea who the soy-shooter was.
    Massie summoned Layne to the head of the table with an index finger. “Hey,” she whispered, “where did she say those rehearsals were?”
    Layne exhaled sharply, poisoning Massie’s air with spicy chip smell. “Don’t even
think
of stealing the female lead. It’s already mine.”
    “Puh-lease!”
Massie slapped her heart. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
    Layne leaned in a little closer. “Then what do you want?”
    “The
male
lead.” Massie winked. Then, just to be perfectly clear, she pulled out a travel-size bottle of Chanel No. 19, leaned forward, and spritzed the back of Dempsey’s olive green hoodie three times.
    Derrington waved the iris-scented air. “Dude, is that you?”
    Dempsey sniffed the back of his sweatshirt with marked concern.
    “Don’t worry,” Derrington assured him. “The same thing happened to me a few months ago. I think it means you’ve been touched by an angel.”
    “More like the devil,” Layne mumbled. Her phone beeped with a text.
    Massie: I marked him. He’s mine.
    Layne’s thick eyebrows collided. “You can’t do that!”
    “What?” Dylan asked, peeking at Layne’s screen. And then immediately began typing.
    Dylan: U marked derrington and now you’re over him. U sure u mean it this time? isn’t marking forever?
    Massie glowered across the table before responding. Why was everyone being so negative lately?
    Massie: I can un-mark him by soaking him with water.
    Dylan: U going to unmark derrington?
    Massie: Some day.
    Dylan: U don’t even like him anymore.
    Massie: Doesn’t mean he can like someone else.
    “But—” Dylan tried, looking up from her iPhone.
    “Butts are for toning,” Massie snapped, resenting the sudden challenge. Not only was it undermining, it was taking her attention away from Dempsey. And if she didn’t keep him occupied, he might leave. “Now shhhhhh.” She pointed at the speaker on the ceiling, then lifted her finger to her