Page 31 of Puck (Broken Hill Boys 1)

Things since then have been better than I could have imagined. We’re back to how things were at the beginning, only better, and this time, I won’t be letting her slip away.

I would give anything to have something further happen between us since that night, but the past few weeks have been a shit storm where it comes to our friends and asking her out right now just seems…heartless, but don’t be fooled, the second it’s right, I’m making her mine. I don’t know what it is about her, but all of a sudden, I don’t give a shit about the rules I’ve lived by over the past few years. I want to make her mine. I want to be her everything just as she’s quickly becoming to me.

Jesse and Tyson peel out of the school parking lot with a promise to go and crash the girls’ coffee date at Carter’s Coffee House while Maxen dives into the passenger’s seat of Nate’s Camaro. I walk back over to my car before climbing in and considering my options for the afternoon. I could go back to Nate’s place and hang out with them or I could try and get Courtney alone.

I grin to myself as I pull out my phone.

Puck – Want to ditch the girls and go somewhere just you and me?

Courtney – Hmmm…tempting, but what’s in it for me?

Puck – Anything you want, babe.

Courtney – I thought I told you that I wasn’t your ‘babe.’

Puck – Yeah, you are, and it’s about time you got used to it.

Courtney – Fine.

Courtney – You’ll have to pick me up from Carter’s though. I don’t have my car.

I grin wide. Nothing would make me happier.

Puck – Be there in 10.

Courtney – <3I try not to act like a fucking dickhead grinning at my phone, but fuck it. It’s just me here and if I want to be a fucking pussy over the chick that’s currently making me want so much more in life, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.I drop my phone into the cup holder and press the push start for the engine, only the fucker cuts out. Now, I’m no fucking expert like Nate, but I know that shit ain’t supposed to happen. My Escalade is only a year old and it’s never had issues.I give it a second and third try only to get the same bullshit result. I grab my phone again and pop the hood before climbing out.After putting the hood up and studying the sight before me, I let out a sigh and send off a quick text.Puck – Running late.Courtney – Take your time. The girls and I haven’t finished gossiping about you guys yet!I roll my eyes and bring up Nate’s number before holding the phone to my ear.“What’s up, man?” Nate says after the second ring.“Something is fucking up in my car. She won’t kick over,” I explain, staring down at the engine and trying to figure out if even the slightest thing is out of place.Nate huffs in confusion. “What do you mean ‘she won’t kick over?’ That shit is practically brand new.”I shake my head as I look over the engine. “I don’t fucking know, man. Nothing looks out of place.”“Shit,” he sighs. “I’ll be right there.”Nate ends the call and I slide my phone back into my pocket so I can start working this puzzle out. I lean over the engine, hating this bullshit. The one time I organize to do something with Courtney, this happens. What are the fucking chances of that?A shadow creeps up behind me and as I turn to see who it is, a fist pummels towards my face. My head flies back and before I have a chance to right myself, a second and third guy are on me. “Fuck,” I grunt, curling my hands into balls of rage.Fists and heavy booted kicks come at me from every angle, not giving me even the slightest chance to defend myself and I’m left wondering what the fuck is going on. I haven’t started shit with anyone lately.I barely have a second to figure out who these fuckers are before my head is slammed into the side of my car with a force that I’m not ready for and I go down like a sack of shit with my body aching from head to toe.Blood pulses heavily through my ears and it’s the only sound I hear, but something must be coming as the three guys stop their assault and take off like bats out of hell in the blink of an eye.It’s then that I see the familiar rims of Nate’s Camaro screeching to a stop beside my limp body. Doors are opened and before I know it, Nate is hovering over the top of me screaming something, but I can’t make out the words as my mind slowly slips into a welcomed unconsciousness.