Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) by Kelly Clark

for that.
    Rachel pondered whether or not she should text Bree first and ask for his number so that she could apologize but she wasn’t sure Bree had it. She could text Rico, but she already felt embarrassed enough and didn’t want to be further humiliated by Bree’s cousin, who could be extremely blunt. She’d just decided to wait for Bree to text her when she got a message from her.
    STILL MAD AT YOU the text said.
    She hurriedly texted back, having to backspace a lot because she kept making mistakes.
    PLEASE DON’T BE. I’M GOING TO MAKE IT UP TO HIM. PLEASE SEND ME HIS NUMBER.
    She waited a bit; her eyes focused on her phone.
    I DON’T HAVE HIS NUMBER. MEET US AT THE BAKIN’ SHOP TONIGHT AT 7. YOU BETTER MAKE UP FOR IT. SO DISAPPOINTED.
    I’M SORRY, BREE. GNA MAKE IT UP TO HIM, I PROMISE.
    YOU BETTER.
     
    She looked up from her phone with tears in her eyes. She was going to make it better. She didn’t think she could feel worse than she did about her own behavior. She was going to make sure Dallas knew it. She would beg for forgiveness if she had to. She wasn’t a rude person.
    Not all the time.
     
     

Chapter Three
    The Bakin’ Place was packed . She recognized most of the patrons from seeing them around college but didn’t know them personally. It was typical for a college town and the area she lived in . She hadn’t seen Bree at the apartment getting ready. She assumed she’d gone to Rico’s, where her aunt and uncle were.
    She opened the door and went in, looking around for her friends. She saw them sitting in one of the booths and went toward them. Bree looked up and nodded at her. She patted Rico, who was sitting next to her, on the arm and gestured for him to scoot out. He did, and Bree followed behind him, pushing him away from the booth, pointing at Rachel. Rico looked over and saw her. The look on his face told her he wasn’t mad at her, but his usual smile wasn’t there.
    Dallas saw them getting out of the booth and looked to see Rachel, too. He turned his head to look out the window as soon as he saw her. He looked like he was blushing. She wondered why he would be the one who looked embarrassed when she was the one who had made a fool of herself.
    Rachel nodded at Bree and Rico as they went toward the ordering counter. She strolled to the booth without looking around her at the other customers. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself.
    She slid into the booth across from Dallas and set her bag down next to her on the seat.
    “Hey, Dallas.” She said.
    He looked at her. “Hello, Rachel.”
    “I owe you an apology.”
    “Oh?”
    She was the one blushing now. She lowered her eyes and stared at the table in front of her. “I…” She looked back up. “I was terribly rude to you today. I…I have no excuse. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
    “No.” He said, bluntly. “You shouldn’t have.”
    She pulled in a quick breath and held it for a second. He was mad at her. But could she blame him?
    “I want to say how sorry I am. I know that…I know about your grandmother, and I’m sorry you are having to deal with that…”
    “It doesn’t matter.” He cut her off.
    She shook her head. “It does matter, Dallas. I was rude. It shouldn’t have made a difference what reasons you had for…for being…”
    “Lax in class?” He supplied.
    She nodded. “Yes, for that stuff. I shouldn’t have been rude either way. You don’t owe me an explanation for why you do the things you do or any of that. I was rude. I am so sorry.”
    He stared at her for a moment. “I can accept your apology, Rachel.” He paused. “I guess…actually, I guess being someone like you; I would have reacted the way you did, too.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “Someone like me? What do you mean?”
    He gave her a teasing look. “You know, someone like you. Someone who is always reading, gets good grades, a goody-two-shoes, you know. A church-going Christian. A nerd.”
    “You equate