Better Than Revenge (Sweet Secrets #1) Read Online Free Page B

don’t plan on telling you my last name. It’s ugly.”
    I let my hand drop. “Sounds good to me. So what was it that you were saying earlier about watching the boy’s gym class?” I smirked and raised an eyebrow causing Lena to smile knowingly.
    “Follow me, Forrester,” she commanded as she motioned for me to follow her with her hand. She swiveled her head around and said, “You might want to wipe your mouth first though,” before she turned forward again.
    I wiped my mouth with the napkin she had given to me and made a mental note to rinse my mouth out as soon as possible.
    Lena and I walked across the field side by side. We passed by Ms. Botch who was far too consumed in yelling at a few girls to notice the two of us. Lena led me to the end of the track and over to the football field where the boy’s gym class was doing sprints.
    She sat down on an empty spot at the edge of the field and patted the damp grass next to her. “Take a seat, Forrester.”
    I sat down next to Lena and winced as the wet grass soaked through my gym shorts. I scanned the field for Blake, but I didn’t see him amongst the other boys that were sprinting across the field. I found it quite odd that each boy had large smiles plastered onto their faces while almost every girl in my class was haggard. I would have spent a few more minutes pondering over the differences between the two gym classes, but Lena’s voice brought me out of my reverie.
    “He’s kind of cute, huh?” I followed the direction that Lena’s finger was pointed in until my eyes landed on a familiar boy with dark hair falling into his eyes as he waited for his turn to sprint across the field.
    I laughed, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. “That’s Blake Edwards.” Then, with a sideways glance in Lena’s direction, I added, “He’s all right.”
    “All right?” Her expression contorted to mirror one of shock and disbelief. “That boy is more than all right, he’s fine.”
    I shrugged in response. “If you say so,” I joked.
    “I bet you five bucks I can get his number before class ends.”
    “I’ll take that bet.” I laughed, causing Lena to throw me a sideways glance.
    “You don’t think I can get his number, do you?” One eyebrow rose as she stared at me with a daring expression on her face.
    I smiled and tried not to laugh, “I think he has a girlfriend though. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to flirt with another girl while he’s dating someone else.”
    With a thoughtful look on her face, Lena stared across the field at Blake while he sprinted from one end to another. “Nope,” she said popping the ‘p’. “He definitely looks like he’s the type to me,” she chirped in a sing-song voice.
    I furrowed my eyebrows and gave her a dumbfounded look, “What makes you say that? He looks pretty faithful to me.”
    Lena shook her head and smiled while tapping a finger to her temple. “I have boy intuition. I can tell exactly who a guy likes by the way he looks at her, and better yet, I can tell whether or not a guy is a good kisser by the way he smiles. Boy intuition runs in my family.”
    I nodded, rolling my eyes at her words. She had to be kidding me with her supposed ‘boy intuition’ as she had called it. Suddenly, opening my mouth I called out across the field, “Blake! Blake!” Blake turned toward my voice, scanning the field before he spotted me and held his palms up toward the sky while a questioning face crossed his features. “Come here,” I mouthed while beckoning him over with my hand, not wanting to scream again and risk attracting attention from one of the teachers.
    Blake shrugged and walked over to his teacher before turning and sprinting toward where Lena and I were seated on the grass. As he came, a goofy grin slipped onto my face.
    Lena glanced at me with a horrified expression lining her features. “Why did you call him over here?” Her hands went to her face as she tried to fix her hair before Blake got to