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 Page B
Authors: Kelly Clark
couch under them, a big bowl of popcorn in between them. They put in The Land of the Lost and laughed for an hour and a half. It was ten thirty before they separated to their rooms to get some sleep. Bree didn’t have a class in the morning, but she did have practice for the symphony and would be getting up much earlier than usual. Rachel had a class at 8:30.
She yawned and stretched, ready to change into her pajamas and crawl into bed. She wanted to sleep so much.
When she pulled the soft blanket up over her, she realized her eyes were wide open, and her brain was still running at full force. She recalled the events of the day, feeling bad for her behavior in class and trying to console herself with the fact that everything had worked out okay in the end. She ended up actually liking Dallas, who wasn’t anything like she had thought he was. Before, she had known him as Rico’s teammate. Now she realized they were best friends, and she could consider him a friend, as well.
Rachel thought about him, seeing his face in front of her eyes, even when she closed them. He was handsome, tall and much more intelligent than she’d thought he was.
Just goes to show, she thought. You can’t judge a book by its cover . The phrase was too true and she felt like she should have known that. She’d always prided herself on being a nonjudgmental person and look what she’d gone and done. She let herself feel bad about it again before pushing away her regret. Dallas wasn’t hurt anymore.
She hoped that he would never think of it again.
She woke the next morning with no clue when she had even fallen asleep. She went through her normal breakfast routine. The apartment was quiet because Bree had left much earlier. She enjoyed not rushing through her shower, making an egg with two pieces of toast and sitting at their small table to eat, scrolling through her Facebook on her phone for the latest news and updates from her friends. The clock on her phone said she had fifteen minutes before she had to leave in order to get to class on time. That was more than enough time. She and Bree had specifically requested this apartment because it was walking distance to school.
She searched for Dallas in Facebook and found him. She sent him a friend request but doubted he was online. His profile picture showed a very old woman wearing a pink nightgown in a wheelchair. Her heart melted. His grandmother. The old woman was smiling into the camera, despite the medical equipment that surrounded her and the obvious pain she was feeling. Her hands were clenched together. Rachel wanted to reach into the picture and give her a hug.
The cover photo behind his profile picture was a landscape view of the football field, an action picture from one of the games. She spotted him immediately and realized she had been watching him whenever she went to the games.
Rachel didn’t want to lose track of time. She pushed the button on her phone to close out the screen and stood up from the table. She drank down the last few swallows of the orange juice she loved so much and put her glass and plate in the sink.
“I’ll get to you guys later.” She murmured, turning back to finish getting ready. All she had to do was brush her teeth and get her shoes on.
An hour and a half later, she was able to check her phone again. She didn’t usually go on Facebook during the day, but she wanted to see if he’d accepted her friend request. He hadn’t. She tried not to be disappointed. Maybe he went online even less than she did. She remembered that he’d said to text him if she wanted to start working so she went to her messaging and typed in his number.
WHEN WILL YOU HAVE TIME TO DO SOME RESEARCH WITH ME? WANT TO MEET AT THE LIBRARY AFTER CLASS? I HAVE TWO MORE THEN I WILL BE FREE.
She stared at her phone, anticipating a response. When she didn’t get one, she got a little worried. Was he still mad at her? She really hoped not.
Chapter Four
It wasn’t
She yawned and stretched, ready to change into her pajamas and crawl into bed. She wanted to sleep so much.
When she pulled the soft blanket up over her, she realized her eyes were wide open, and her brain was still running at full force. She recalled the events of the day, feeling bad for her behavior in class and trying to console herself with the fact that everything had worked out okay in the end. She ended up actually liking Dallas, who wasn’t anything like she had thought he was. Before, she had known him as Rico’s teammate. Now she realized they were best friends, and she could consider him a friend, as well.
Rachel thought about him, seeing his face in front of her eyes, even when she closed them. He was handsome, tall and much more intelligent than she’d thought he was.
Just goes to show, she thought. You can’t judge a book by its cover . The phrase was too true and she felt like she should have known that. She’d always prided herself on being a nonjudgmental person and look what she’d gone and done. She let herself feel bad about it again before pushing away her regret. Dallas wasn’t hurt anymore.
She hoped that he would never think of it again.
She woke the next morning with no clue when she had even fallen asleep. She went through her normal breakfast routine. The apartment was quiet because Bree had left much earlier. She enjoyed not rushing through her shower, making an egg with two pieces of toast and sitting at their small table to eat, scrolling through her Facebook on her phone for the latest news and updates from her friends. The clock on her phone said she had fifteen minutes before she had to leave in order to get to class on time. That was more than enough time. She and Bree had specifically requested this apartment because it was walking distance to school.
She searched for Dallas in Facebook and found him. She sent him a friend request but doubted he was online. His profile picture showed a very old woman wearing a pink nightgown in a wheelchair. Her heart melted. His grandmother. The old woman was smiling into the camera, despite the medical equipment that surrounded her and the obvious pain she was feeling. Her hands were clenched together. Rachel wanted to reach into the picture and give her a hug.
The cover photo behind his profile picture was a landscape view of the football field, an action picture from one of the games. She spotted him immediately and realized she had been watching him whenever she went to the games.
Rachel didn’t want to lose track of time. She pushed the button on her phone to close out the screen and stood up from the table. She drank down the last few swallows of the orange juice she loved so much and put her glass and plate in the sink.
“I’ll get to you guys later.” She murmured, turning back to finish getting ready. All she had to do was brush her teeth and get her shoes on.
An hour and a half later, she was able to check her phone again. She didn’t usually go on Facebook during the day, but she wanted to see if he’d accepted her friend request. He hadn’t. She tried not to be disappointed. Maybe he went online even less than she did. She remembered that he’d said to text him if she wanted to start working so she went to her messaging and typed in his number.
WHEN WILL YOU HAVE TIME TO DO SOME RESEARCH WITH ME? WANT TO MEET AT THE LIBRARY AFTER CLASS? I HAVE TWO MORE THEN I WILL BE FREE.
She stared at her phone, anticipating a response. When she didn’t get one, she got a little worried. Was he still mad at her? She really hoped not.
Chapter Four
It wasn’t
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