Breathless #2 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #2) by Claire Adams
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BREATHLESS
#2
The
Breathless Series Book #2
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
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Chapter
One
In spite of how distracted the girl at lunch had made
me, I knew I didn’t have any choice but to go to my afternoon classes. Georgia
told me not to think about it, to give Johnny a chance to explain it if there
was anything to explain, and I went on my way, headed to classes.
But I almost thought that I might as well not have
bothered; as I sat there in class, telling myself over and over again that I
had to focus on what was going on, what the professor was saying, I kept
thinking about Johnny, about the stupid girl, and about Claire White. The
implication was that Johnny was somehow involved in this other girl’s suicide;
why else would the stupid girl from the dining hall even bring it up? But how
was Johnny involved? If it was a suicide, how could anyone else really be
involved? I wondered—was it some kind of thing where Johnny had bullied her? Or
had he done something else?
I pushed aside the idea that Johnny could possibly
have done anything directly to make someone kill themselves. I had known—not
well, but a little bit—a girl in high school who had committed suicide. She
hadn’t been able to take the pressure from her parents, she hadn’t been able to
take the pressure from the school we went to, and someone had spread the
rumor—after she had died—that she had been a lesbian as well, but I never knew
if there was any truth to it. As far as I had ever known, people committed
suicide for deeply personal reasons. Sure, bullies could push them do it, but
the idea of Johnny bullying anyone was absolutely absurd. He was so sweet, so
kind and nice, I couldn’t think of any way that he could even possibly be
capable of that kind of vileness.
I remembered that he was playing an away game that
night; I couldn’t even ask him what the situation was, or what his connection
was to this Claire White girl. I went from one class to another still thinking
about it; still worrying about how I could get the information I wanted. I
genuinely didn’t want to doubt Johnny; I wanted to just ignore the stupid
girl’s comment, and pretend I had never heard it. I wanted to totally put it
out of my mind and assign it to spite because she was clearly into Johnny and me
clearly—at least for now—had him. I tried telling myself that over and over,
and it didn’t help. Who was Claire White? What did her suicide have to do with
Johnny? Could I even ask him?
I decided as my last class of the day was in progress
that the only thing I could do to get at least a little bit of peace of mind
was to text him. He was probably on the bus, or maybe in whatever city the game
was happening in. He wouldn’t be able to call me, and obviously I couldn’t ask
him the question that weighed on my mind the most, but I could have some
contact with him, I could get some reassurance. It occurred to me that I also
had no idea when he would even be home from the game—and I had no idea who else
I
#2
The
Breathless Series Book #2
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Click Here to Read Breathless #1
Read about the first frat boy in the
book SLAMMED by clicking here
Read
about the first frat boy in the book STEPBROTHER WOW by clicking here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
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here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
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free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
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Chapter
One
In spite of how distracted the girl at lunch had made
me, I knew I didn’t have any choice but to go to my afternoon classes. Georgia
told me not to think about it, to give Johnny a chance to explain it if there
was anything to explain, and I went on my way, headed to classes.
But I almost thought that I might as well not have
bothered; as I sat there in class, telling myself over and over again that I
had to focus on what was going on, what the professor was saying, I kept
thinking about Johnny, about the stupid girl, and about Claire White. The
implication was that Johnny was somehow involved in this other girl’s suicide;
why else would the stupid girl from the dining hall even bring it up? But how
was Johnny involved? If it was a suicide, how could anyone else really be
involved? I wondered—was it some kind of thing where Johnny had bullied her? Or
had he done something else?
I pushed aside the idea that Johnny could possibly
have done anything directly to make someone kill themselves. I had known—not
well, but a little bit—a girl in high school who had committed suicide. She
hadn’t been able to take the pressure from her parents, she hadn’t been able to
take the pressure from the school we went to, and someone had spread the
rumor—after she had died—that she had been a lesbian as well, but I never knew
if there was any truth to it. As far as I had ever known, people committed
suicide for deeply personal reasons. Sure, bullies could push them do it, but
the idea of Johnny bullying anyone was absolutely absurd. He was so sweet, so
kind and nice, I couldn’t think of any way that he could even possibly be
capable of that kind of vileness.
I remembered that he was playing an away game that
night; I couldn’t even ask him what the situation was, or what his connection
was to this Claire White girl. I went from one class to another still thinking
about it; still worrying about how I could get the information I wanted. I
genuinely didn’t want to doubt Johnny; I wanted to just ignore the stupid
girl’s comment, and pretend I had never heard it. I wanted to totally put it
out of my mind and assign it to spite because she was clearly into Johnny and me
clearly—at least for now—had him. I tried telling myself that over and over,
and it didn’t help. Who was Claire White? What did her suicide have to do with
Johnny? Could I even ask him?
I decided as my last class of the day was in progress
that the only thing I could do to get at least a little bit of peace of mind
was to text him. He was probably on the bus, or maybe in whatever city the game
was happening in. He wouldn’t be able to call me, and obviously I couldn’t ask
him the question that weighed on my mind the most, but I could have some
contact with him, I could get some reassurance. It occurred to me that I also
had no idea when he would even be home from the game—and I had no idea who else
I
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