Break You Read Online Free

around and filled their cups, then moved out of the way. “There you go,”
    Baseball Cap muttered something and shouldered his way past country boy; obviously he wasn’t a nice drunk. Gotta love the idiots like that. Banging the two cups I held together lightly while I waited for my turn at the keg, I glanced around the apartment. Lauren was still talking with Susan, and some guy with red hair and loads of freckles was trying to gain her attention beside her. I smirked. Poor guy. Little did he know, Lauren was so completely turned off by redheaded guys it wasn’t even funny. My eyes shifted to Paige. She and Craig were hitting it off really well still. Figures, her rebound guy would be the only cocky ass at the party.
    “You gonna be able to handle this?” Baseball Cap asked me, still holding the tap firmly.
    “Uh, yeah,” I said.  I hadn’t intended for my words to come out so clipped and sarcastic, but they had. “Thanks.”
    “Suit yourself,” he said as he handed me the tap and walked off.
    Sighing, I struggled to keep hold of the two cups in my hand and maneuver the tap to fill one. Tipping the cup to the side, I gripped the tap a little more lightly, hoping the beer would flow out slowly. It didn’t. Instead, it sprayed against the inside of the cup and splashed all over the front of my dress.
    Awesome.
    “Need some help?” someone chuckled from behind me.
    “I guess so,” I said, still in shock that I’d just managed to soak myself with alcohol and I wasn’t even smashed yet.
    This was more affirmation that I did not need to be here right now. I needed to be at home, suffering with my scratchy throat and stuffy nose in private, while I crammed some more for finals. I spun around to thank whoever had offered and hand him Susan’s cup. My heart stopped. It was Jason Bryant.
    What was he doing here? He was supposed to be going to school in Tennessee. How I knew this wasn’t important; what was important was that he was here.  Right now. Standing in front of me. While I was covered in beer that I’d sprayed on myself and he’d obviously witnessed.
    “Thanks,” I said. My voice sounded strange, strangled even. I cleared my throat. “Apparently I’m not as talented as I thought I was with a tap.”
    Lame. That was so freaking lame.
    His blue eyes locked on mine. Amusement swirled within them. God, he still looked exactly the same as when we were in high school. I’d learned over the last three years that some guys I’d found attractive while in high school had hit their prime in the looks department back then and it had gone downhill since, but Jason, he was nowhere near that category. Was it crazy to think that he looked even better?
    “Here, let me take one,” he offered, reaching for a cup. I released one to him. “So, what’s Blaire Hayes doing in a place like this?”
    He remembered my name. I swallowed hard. My throat had suddenly gotten scratchier and drier than before. “Same as you, I guess,” I said, proud my voice sounded somewhat normal.
    His eyes flicked from the keg to mine again. “Figured you’d be locked away studying until your eyes popped out.”
    “Actually that was my plan for the night, but my friends talked me into doing otherwise.” What was I thinking? He didn’t need to know that about me right away, that I was still a stick in the mud.
    “Some people never change.” Jason smiled. He handed me a cup back, filled to the rim, and took the other one from my fingers while I wondered if what he’d said was a good thing. He’d said it like it was. “I’m glad those friends of yours talked you into coming.”
    I smiled. “Oh, yeah? And why is that?”
    I was flirting. I was flirting with freaking Jason Bryant .
    This was the guy I’d been madly in love with all through high school. The guy who, in our sophomore year, had made a complete idiot of me and I still managed to think he was hot after.  Back then, when it came to Jason Bryant, I was a goner…