Day 2 Dust It Off Bloghop!!!

First off I want to thank everyone who is participating. I had so much fun hopping around and reading all of the pitches. They were all amazing. Cortney and I have our work cut out for us that's for sure. So without further delay let's jump right back into it.

It's day 2 of the bloghop so you know what that means. Time to post your favorite excerpt, 300-350 words, from your shelved WIP.  

Just to give you a little background on mine- Hailey has convinced everyone that her son is her brother and because her mom works nights she has to babysit. This particular scene she cancelled on her friend Roxy, who despises Luke for reasons still unknown, because she's "babysitting" but Luke shows up to her house uninvited, unexpected and she succumbs to his charm letting him in. This is their goodbye.

My excerpt from Prove Me Wrong:

“Luke!”  He turns and before he can say a word I jump into his arms, taking his mouth onto mine. Our lips move in perfect sync, his hands travel from the back of my neck down my spine. My knees become weak as I lose myself to Luke.

“Babysitting my ass!” I hear from across the lawn. I remove my lips from Luke’s to find Roxy across the lawn with a bag in hand.

“Shit!” I mumble under my breath. My heart pounds against my chest. This looks bad. Really, really bad.

“I better get going. Call you tomorrow,” Luke says, leaving me with Roxy. Alone. I’ll have to thank him later.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh really because it looks like you ditched me to spend the evening sucking face with the one person I despise the most.”

“I know that’s what it looks like, but it’s not. My mom really did get stuck at work.”

“You know what Hailey spare me. I should’ve known Luke would’ve won you over with his charm. He’s notorious for it just ask all the other girls he’s used and abused. You know what, when he dumps you and you are left alone don’t come crawling back to me. I warned you. Obviously our friendship meant nothing to you.”

“Roxy it’s...”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Roxy puts her hand up, stopping my unplanned, unrehearsed arsenal of explanations. When she lowers her one hand the other tosses a brown paper bag at my chest. “That’s a piece a cake. I felt guilty that you were home babysitting on a Saturday night so I brought you home a piece from the party. It’s obvious who the fool is here so I hope you choke on it.”

“Roxy!” I call out in a last attempt to salvage our friendship. Too little too late. She is already in her car peeling off down the road. How is it possible that one minute everything can seem absolutely perfect and then the next everything is falling apart?