Fantasy Boyfriend (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) by Vanessa Stone

FANTASY
BOYFRIEND
    By
Vanessa Stone

 
    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.

 
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© 2015 Vanessa Stone

 
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    Chapter 1
    I felt a surge of excitement when I stepped onto the
campus. It had been a long and busy summer. I had spent most of my time working
as a barista at one of the local Starbucks, but I was ready to get back to
business, grind the books, and of course, hang out with my sorority sisters. I
was just starting the fall semester of my junior year at Boston University,
relatively small by many other university standards in regard to student body,
but it was one of the more affordable ones that I had been successful in
snagging a scholarship towards. The urban campus was located in Boston, and
since its establishment in 1969 had no less than seven Nobel laureates that
included Elie Wiesel and Martin Luther King Jr. among
its alumni and faculty. That illustrious pair were in good company, as other
alumni of the university boasted thirty-five Pulitzer Prize winners, nine
Academy award winners, and a variety of Guggenheim Fellowship holders.
    Not that I strove, or even wanted to, become part of
that elite group. No, I just wanted to continue my schooling and head into a
future in health care. I also had chosen Boston U because it had no less than
twenty-three varsity teams, which kept my sorority sisters and me more than
busy and entertained during the school year. I loved this campus, a blend of
old and new, with some of the oldest buildings dating back to the early 1900s.
The campus also boasted Moakley Building, otherwise known as the Boston Medical
Center, a teaching hospital where I had a feeling I would be spending much of
my spare time during my junior and senior years, majoring in health sciences as
I was.
    My sorority sisters and I shared an old off-campus Victorian
house that had been converted into first and second floor apartments. It wasn’t
too far, perhaps a half-mile from the western edge of the campus, and I often
walked to my classes. I belonged to Tri Delta, founded in 1888 and whose motto,
"Let us steadfastly love one another," was a way in which I tried to
live my life. I was willing to do that and more and continually prowled, if
such a term could be used in my case, for my perfect mate. The sorority was
well-known for its philanthropic support of St. Jude Children's Hospital, and
as such, I also expected to do some volunteering there this year.
    I loved this area of Boston and its blend of old and
new. I have an affinity for old things, though I’m not sure why. I often
laughed when I told my friends I had been born in the wrong century.
Nevertheless, I did appreciate the conveniences of modern life. Our old
Victorian was located in a prime area of Boston, with a view of the Charles
River from the attic, and we weren't far from several parks as well as Fenway Park.
In fact, if I had to, I could walk just about anywhere I needed to be, from the
campus of Boston U to the medical center, public libraries, grocery stores, and
even the mall. We weren't far from the House of Blues or several malls with a
wide range of movie theaters, food courts, and anything a college student would
find interesting or convenient. We knew the neighborhood bars and hangouts,
although I didn't particularly care to go clubbing alone. Some of my sisters
certainly didn't mind, but I tended to be more cautious.
    My sorority sisters often