Chosen by Love – Bellevue Bullies Read Online Toni Aleo

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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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Also, how perfectly “Shape of You” fits what I made.

Because I’m obsessed with the shape of Cameron.

I look around as I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my athletic pants. I changed once we were done with the carpet since I missed my Crocs. Plus, my slacks were a bit tight on my hips, and I don’t want anyone noticing how much I enjoy watching Cameron do gymnastics. Man, I’m stoked for this. I think the last competition she knew I was at was right before she told me she was pregnant. I’ve been coming to the meets for years, but it thrills me to know she knows I’m here and that I’ll be cheering her on.

Maybe she’ll want to go to dinner tonight?

Beside me, Evan is getting his chest painted by one of the other senior’s boyfriends, and before I can comment how badass his paint job is, a voice sounds beside me, “No leotard, I see?”

I meet Phillipe Odder’s gaze, and I laugh as we do our handshake. “Nope, she asked for a suit.”

“I know. I saw. Everyone saw. It’s all so gooey, I’m glad you said something about getting her number because I don’t want to witness it anymore,” he says, though his eyes are playful.

I snort at that. “No one said you have to read it.”

“I get a notification when someone from the team posts. I have to read in case it’s something I need to know. I didn’t need to know she was wearing pink,” he says dryly, and I grin.

Then I notice his sister Penelope is beside me. “Hey, Pen.”

She smiles over at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hey, Benson. Excuse me, I’m gonna go sit with my teammates.”

Without another look, Penelope walks away, and Odder rolls his eyes. “She’s butthurt you two are together.”

Ahfuckbuddy, I worried that would happen.

“Damn, just throw your sister under the bus, eh?” I defect to hide my discomfort. I don’t want to hurt Penny. I care for her as a friend, and she’s a good girl. Just not the girl for me.

Odder laughs. “I haven’t got time for her bitching. She didn’t even want to come. So, I’m like, don’t. And yet, she comes. She’s a pain in my ass.”

“Still, don’t do her like that.” I give him a narrow look. “She wouldn’t do that to you.”

He scoffs. “Because who in the hell am I trying to date right now? Between hockey, grades, my parents, and her bitching ass, I’m swamped.”

I cup his shoulder. “Eh, be nice.”

He shrugs, and we share a look as Evan calls my name. “Benson, come on over here. We’re gonna take a photo.”

I do as I’m asked, gathering with the other senior boyfriends for a photo of us with the girls’ names on our chests. Together with Odder, we head to the stands since the girls are about to come out. As I make my way to the stands, though, I notice two things. Dawson fucking Sinclair, and then a woman who I swear is an older version of Cameron. That has to be her mom. I’m well aware that she’s an only child, so she can’t be a sibling. Add in the fact that she is glaring at me like I belong in a puck bucket rather than at a gymnastics meet, and I know I’m right about who she is. Her eyes narrow, her brows so close, every wrinkle in her forehead dares me to look away. Her bright blond hair is in an intricate updo, and she’s dripping in Louis Vuitton. The shades on her head are LV, her bag, her shoes, hell, she even has earrings. I don’t look away, though. I have no reason to. I have nothing to be scared of or even ashamed of.

But fuck, if her eyes aren’t scrutinizing me.

I place my hand on Evan’s bicep, stopping him as everyone else continues to the stands. I turn so Cameron’s mom can’t see my mouth and ask Evan, “That’s Cameron’s mom, eh?”

I watch Evan’s eyes move to where I jerk my head before he nods. “Yup. Don’t like her. She’s kinda a stuck-up bitch. The dad is cool, though.”

I nod. “Should I introduce myself?”

He cringes. “Without Cameron as the buffer?”

“Do I need a buffer?”

“With that lady, yeah.”

“Eh, I’m good,” I decide, and he scoffs.

“Your death wish.”

That stops me in my tracks. “Really?”

“Really. I wouldn’t speak to her unless she speaks to you.”

I press my lips together in deep thought as we go toward where some of my teammates are waiting for us. I unfortunately find myself beside Dawson, and he gives me a once-over that annoys me to no end. “You already landed her. Do you really have to rub it in everyone’s faces?”

I shoot him a sideways look. “The hell are you talking about, Creek Boy?”


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