The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) Read Online Free Page B

boy. I mean, shit,
only a fucking moron would think he could consume cotton candy as
his diet’s main staple, right?
    I wait for Sarah to explain further but, apparently,
that’s all she’s gonna say. She sits back down on the couch and
primly folds her hands in her lap.
    “What do you mean?” I ask.
    Jonas exhales. “She means not everyone is totally
fucked-up like you and me.” He clears his throat. “Or, at least,
like me—you seem to have been cured of your fuckeduppedness by that
stupid book.”
    I burst out laughing at that one. Good times.
    “She means some people are, you know, normal ,” Jonas continues. He sits down on the couch next to
Sarah and puts his arm around her, obviously displaying some sort
of solidarity with her. Wow, he must really like this girl, because
what he just said is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard him
say.
    “What the fuck does that even mean?” I ask.
“ Normal? ”
    Jonas doesn’t answer. (Of course, he doesn’t—because
there’s no defending the idiocy of his comment.)
    “Okay, fine, let’s say there are normal people out there... Why the fuck would any normal person
join The Club?”
    “To find love,” Jonas says quietly. “That’s what
normal people want. That’s what The Club promises to the normal
ones. And it’s a scam.”
    I burst out laughing again. Oh my God, that’s the
funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. But Jonas and
Sarah don’t look the slightest bit amused. I glance at Kat, hoping
to find one other sane person in this room besides me, and,
thankfully, the Party Girl With a Hyphen doesn’t disappoint—she
flashes me a sexy little smirk that says she thinks Jonas and Sarah
are being ridiculous, too. I match her smirk with one of my own and
she flashes me a wide smile that bares her perfect, white
teeth.
    “It’s true,” Sarah says, like she’s defending truth,
honor and the fucking American way.
    “Seriously?” I say. I take a beat to study my
brother’s face. But, yeah, he’s dead serious. “Did you join
The Club looking for love?” I ask. I swear to God, if he says yes,
then I know for sure this adorkable Sarah Cruz girl has cast a
fucking spell on him. Either that, or he’s truly had a psychotic
break.
    Jonas looks at Sarah like he’s asking his master for
permission to speak, and Sarah nods. Well, that answers that
question—she’s cast a spell on him. He kisses the back of her hand.
“No, I didn’t,” Jonas says.
    “Well, neither did I,” I say, trying to ignore how
pussy-whipped my brother’s acting right now. “I can’t imagine
anyone ever would. That’s pretty far-fetched—even if someone’s normal .” I shoot an apologetic look at Sarah. Even if my
brother’s acting like a flop-dick right now, that’s no reason for
me to be disrespectful to Sarah. Obviously, she’s passionate about
this ridiculously naïve notion of hers. “Sorry, Sarah,” I say.
    Sarah nods and shoots me a half smile.
    “I’m pretty sure I joined The Club because I was
having some kind of mental breakdown,” Jonas says softly.
“ Again .”
    Whoa, whoa, whoa. I shake my head with whiplash. No. Those are the exact words I didn’t want to hear coming
out of Jonas’ mouth tonight. I’m not equipped to babysit Jonas
through another mental breakdown. No fucking way. I’ve been doing
it my whole fucking life and I don’t wanna do it anymore. Shit. And
he seemed to be doing so well lately. What have I been missing?
    “Though I didn’t realize it at the time, of course,”
Jonas continues. He looks at Sarah. “I joined The Club because I
didn’t understand what was really going on with me, what I really
wanted—or what I needed. I was spiraling, man.”
    My heart is thumping out of my chest. Shit, shit,
shit. I don’t know what the hell to say. I thought Jonas was
kicking ass and taking names lately, I really did. Work has been
better than ever—the whole company is a fucking behemoth right now,
thanks primarily