to shreds.
It took everything in me not to pummel his face until it resembled ground meat. But Brent was on the football team, and I knew if I did, I’d have all those meatheads up my ass for hurting their star player. So I laid low and looked for another way to teach him a lesson.
Turned out, girls weren’t the only things he cheated on. I sent one anonymous tip to the dean, and they found him selling old term papers online. He was put on academic probation and not eligible to play football for one year (thanks to his daddy who pulled about a thousand strings not to get him expelled). It didn’t put the pieces of Hadley’s heart back together, but taking him down a few pegs did wonders for both of our states of mind.
I took out my keycard and swiped it, entering my building before taking the stairs two at a time to my floor. Once I made it to my room, I shrugged off my backpack and flopped onto my bed, still lost in my thoughts. Still unable to shake my memories of Hadley over the last few years.
I’d finally thought I had an opening with her after Brent, but junior year was insane. First, my mom found out that her hours at the hospital were being cut in half, and she wasn’t able to pay my tuition that year, so I had to take an extra job to make ends meet. That left me with almost no time to see her. Then Hadley’s grandfather died—the one who practically raised her. And while I was there for her, it was her sorority sisters who gave her a shoulder to cry on. His death changed her, and she spent weeks just holed up in her sorority house. I barely saw her all autumn, and by spring, she’d decided to do a study abroad.
So here it was, October of our senior year, and the girl of my dreams had no idea how I felt. It was time to rectify that. It was time to make my move. Lay it all out there.
Bare my soul.
I just needed something epic so for once she’d take me seriously.
CHAPTER TWO
I POPPED A PIECE OF kettle corn into my mouth and smiled as I watched Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy woo Elizabeth Bennet. It was my all-time favorite movie, and I never grew tired or watching it. The romance of the 1800s was on point. It frustrated me that I was born in a decade where a guy’s version of pursuing a girl was asking to see her boobs on SnapChat. No flowers. No love letters. Just “Facebook Official”—which was way lame.
Grabbing the last few kernels, I shoved them into my mouth and stopped pining after fictional characters. I went back to avoiding the blank piece of paper mocking me on my lap. The only thing I’d managed to write over the last hour of brainstorming was the title and several flower doodles.
“This project is never going to get done,” I mumbled.
“Still nothing?” My best friend and roommate Piper asked me, digging into our dorm fridge for a bottle of water. As much as we’d wanted a house off-campus this year, we’d lucked out getting a private senior suite. It was way cheaper than anything we would have found in town, so the dorms it was.
“At this rate, I’ll have graduated before I think of something.”
The girls of my sorority, Gamma Delta, had voted me social chair this year. It was the social chair’s responsibility to come up with and organize a fundraiser for charity. Our sorority had a proud tradition of giving back to our small town community, and it now fell on my shoulders to continue that. I didn’t want to do the typical car wash or—in an epic-fail fashion from last year—a “Girls of Gamma Delta” bikini calendar. The only people who had bought it were creepers using it for their spank bank. Gross.
I shook my head, chewing on my pen cap. “Last year we raised over five thousand dollars for charity, but I don’t want to do something stupid like the calendar. I want to do something that’s going to generate a lot of money for the local chapter of Habitat for Humanity without making us all feel disgusting in the process.”
Piper pursed her lips, coming to
It took everything in me not to pummel his face until it resembled ground meat. But Brent was on the football team, and I knew if I did, I’d have all those meatheads up my ass for hurting their star player. So I laid low and looked for another way to teach him a lesson.
Turned out, girls weren’t the only things he cheated on. I sent one anonymous tip to the dean, and they found him selling old term papers online. He was put on academic probation and not eligible to play football for one year (thanks to his daddy who pulled about a thousand strings not to get him expelled). It didn’t put the pieces of Hadley’s heart back together, but taking him down a few pegs did wonders for both of our states of mind.
I took out my keycard and swiped it, entering my building before taking the stairs two at a time to my floor. Once I made it to my room, I shrugged off my backpack and flopped onto my bed, still lost in my thoughts. Still unable to shake my memories of Hadley over the last few years.
I’d finally thought I had an opening with her after Brent, but junior year was insane. First, my mom found out that her hours at the hospital were being cut in half, and she wasn’t able to pay my tuition that year, so I had to take an extra job to make ends meet. That left me with almost no time to see her. Then Hadley’s grandfather died—the one who practically raised her. And while I was there for her, it was her sorority sisters who gave her a shoulder to cry on. His death changed her, and she spent weeks just holed up in her sorority house. I barely saw her all autumn, and by spring, she’d decided to do a study abroad.
So here it was, October of our senior year, and the girl of my dreams had no idea how I felt. It was time to rectify that. It was time to make my move. Lay it all out there.
Bare my soul.
I just needed something epic so for once she’d take me seriously.
CHAPTER TWO
I POPPED A PIECE OF kettle corn into my mouth and smiled as I watched Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy woo Elizabeth Bennet. It was my all-time favorite movie, and I never grew tired or watching it. The romance of the 1800s was on point. It frustrated me that I was born in a decade where a guy’s version of pursuing a girl was asking to see her boobs on SnapChat. No flowers. No love letters. Just “Facebook Official”—which was way lame.
Grabbing the last few kernels, I shoved them into my mouth and stopped pining after fictional characters. I went back to avoiding the blank piece of paper mocking me on my lap. The only thing I’d managed to write over the last hour of brainstorming was the title and several flower doodles.
“This project is never going to get done,” I mumbled.
“Still nothing?” My best friend and roommate Piper asked me, digging into our dorm fridge for a bottle of water. As much as we’d wanted a house off-campus this year, we’d lucked out getting a private senior suite. It was way cheaper than anything we would have found in town, so the dorms it was.
“At this rate, I’ll have graduated before I think of something.”
The girls of my sorority, Gamma Delta, had voted me social chair this year. It was the social chair’s responsibility to come up with and organize a fundraiser for charity. Our sorority had a proud tradition of giving back to our small town community, and it now fell on my shoulders to continue that. I didn’t want to do the typical car wash or—in an epic-fail fashion from last year—a “Girls of Gamma Delta” bikini calendar. The only people who had bought it were creepers using it for their spank bank. Gross.
I shook my head, chewing on my pen cap. “Last year we raised over five thousand dollars for charity, but I don’t want to do something stupid like the calendar. I want to do something that’s going to generate a lot of money for the local chapter of Habitat for Humanity without making us all feel disgusting in the process.”
Piper pursed her lips, coming to
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