he pushed me away.
“No,” he said, but this time there was no question in his tone. He was stone cold serious.
He was kidding. He had to be. This felt so right; it was almost perfect. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no. We can’t do this. I should never have even let it get this far.”
I looked down at my lacy pink bra and panties, and tried to keep the tears at bay. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
Softness flashed in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and hope flickered inside of me. I stood there, waiting for him to tell me how beautiful I was, but the softness vanished, and his cold resolve retuned.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’re a child. Now get dressed, and never do that again,” he warned, and my heart shattered into a thousand tiny shards.
My hands instantly covered my body, and I spun around to grab my dress. I yanked it over my head, and tugged it back into place. “Get out,” I managed through the hot thick lump of embarrassment clogging my throat.
“Kenny,” he sighed.
Hearing that nickname only fueled the angry fire building inside of me. “I said get out,” I growled through my teeth, afraid if I parted my lips, I would scream. “Now!”
Beckham threw his hands in the air, and backed away from me. I grabbed the comforter off my bed and wrapped it around myself, wanting to disappear.
“I’m sorry,” he said before leaving. As soon as the door clicked shut, the disappointment and utter humiliation consumed me, and I fell to the floor sobbing.
Chapter 2
Present Day
I waved goodbye to Erica, my roommate, and headed off to campus. It was my first day attending college classes, and I was pumped. Ever since Nix left for college, home was boring and lonely. Dad was working more hours, and Mom was involved in so many charities. I felt like I lived alone in that big house.
Now, I was actually on my own, and ready to start with a fresh slate. I could do anything and be anyone I wanted because, here, nobody knew me. I hitched my bag onto my shoulder, and walked along the path that would bring me to the coffee cart. If I was going to be a new me, I needed my caffeine fix first.
I inhaled the fresh cut grass, and smiled up at the tall trees, excited to see how my new home would look come fall: bright, beautiful, and exploding with color I imagined. I couldn’t wait.
There was a line at the coffee cart, but, luckily, I still had a good twenty minutes before I had to be seated in class. I people watched while I waited. A guy nearly collided with a girl while he texted, and barely lifted an eye from his phone when she stumbled back to avoid him. A couple made out under a tree to my left, and a pang of jealousy flared in my gut.
That had been what I always wanted. Someone to spend time with in between classes, who would kiss me with wild abandon, like we were the only two people on the planet, without a thought or care about who was watching. And most of all, right now, someone who would stand in this damn line with me, making me want the wait to be longer, so I could spend more time with them.
Unfortunately, my luck in the guy department had been pretty shitty, and I was sick of looking. Besides, it was my first year of college. I didn’t need a relationship. All I wanted was a guy who could provide a good time when I craved it. Nothing more, and I had a feeling that wouldn’t be hard to find.
The girl in front of me took her coffee, and I stepped up to the cart.
“Good morning,” I greeted the guy who was wearing a yellow polo and a green apron, and the name tag pinned to the top said Jimmy. “Can I get a large coffee…”
“One sugar and skim,” Beckham’s voice floated across my ears as he finished my order.
My heart leapt out of my chest, and I swear something was pressing against my windpipe because I couldn’t breathe.
It had been six months since I had seen him last, but it was for only a brief moment, before I locked myself in my room and hid. We
“No,” he said, but this time there was no question in his tone. He was stone cold serious.
He was kidding. He had to be. This felt so right; it was almost perfect. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no. We can’t do this. I should never have even let it get this far.”
I looked down at my lacy pink bra and panties, and tried to keep the tears at bay. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
Softness flashed in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and hope flickered inside of me. I stood there, waiting for him to tell me how beautiful I was, but the softness vanished, and his cold resolve retuned.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’re a child. Now get dressed, and never do that again,” he warned, and my heart shattered into a thousand tiny shards.
My hands instantly covered my body, and I spun around to grab my dress. I yanked it over my head, and tugged it back into place. “Get out,” I managed through the hot thick lump of embarrassment clogging my throat.
“Kenny,” he sighed.
Hearing that nickname only fueled the angry fire building inside of me. “I said get out,” I growled through my teeth, afraid if I parted my lips, I would scream. “Now!”
Beckham threw his hands in the air, and backed away from me. I grabbed the comforter off my bed and wrapped it around myself, wanting to disappear.
“I’m sorry,” he said before leaving. As soon as the door clicked shut, the disappointment and utter humiliation consumed me, and I fell to the floor sobbing.
Chapter 2
Present Day
I waved goodbye to Erica, my roommate, and headed off to campus. It was my first day attending college classes, and I was pumped. Ever since Nix left for college, home was boring and lonely. Dad was working more hours, and Mom was involved in so many charities. I felt like I lived alone in that big house.
Now, I was actually on my own, and ready to start with a fresh slate. I could do anything and be anyone I wanted because, here, nobody knew me. I hitched my bag onto my shoulder, and walked along the path that would bring me to the coffee cart. If I was going to be a new me, I needed my caffeine fix first.
I inhaled the fresh cut grass, and smiled up at the tall trees, excited to see how my new home would look come fall: bright, beautiful, and exploding with color I imagined. I couldn’t wait.
There was a line at the coffee cart, but, luckily, I still had a good twenty minutes before I had to be seated in class. I people watched while I waited. A guy nearly collided with a girl while he texted, and barely lifted an eye from his phone when she stumbled back to avoid him. A couple made out under a tree to my left, and a pang of jealousy flared in my gut.
That had been what I always wanted. Someone to spend time with in between classes, who would kiss me with wild abandon, like we were the only two people on the planet, without a thought or care about who was watching. And most of all, right now, someone who would stand in this damn line with me, making me want the wait to be longer, so I could spend more time with them.
Unfortunately, my luck in the guy department had been pretty shitty, and I was sick of looking. Besides, it was my first year of college. I didn’t need a relationship. All I wanted was a guy who could provide a good time when I craved it. Nothing more, and I had a feeling that wouldn’t be hard to find.
The girl in front of me took her coffee, and I stepped up to the cart.
“Good morning,” I greeted the guy who was wearing a yellow polo and a green apron, and the name tag pinned to the top said Jimmy. “Can I get a large coffee…”
“One sugar and skim,” Beckham’s voice floated across my ears as he finished my order.
My heart leapt out of my chest, and I swear something was pressing against my windpipe because I couldn’t breathe.
It had been six months since I had seen him last, but it was for only a brief moment, before I locked myself in my room and hid. We
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