Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Don’t be jealous, Willow. You’ll find you a nice pre-law or pre-med boy there at school. It's why you’re there.” Of course my mother would make sure to throw a little dig in. As if a career of my own isn’t something I should be trying to obtain. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why it matters really. It’s not as though I need to marry for money. “Or I have a few I can introduce you to. We have a few years until that.”
“Wonderful.” I can’t wait for that. For her to line up self-centered rich assholes for me to choose from.
“I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She ends the call without an I love you or goodbye. I’m used to it by now. I didn't know how off that was until I was around Zoey and her mom all the time. Hell, Zoey’s mom treats me more like a daughter and tells me she loves me when I’m on a call with her.
“What did she want?” Zoey leans against the door frame of my room. She’s got on a sweater that we decorated with Reid’s name on the back.
“Checking in.”
“Was that the first time?” Zoey purses her lips. Sometimes I think she gets more upset about how my parents treat me than I do. I guess after all these years, I’m numb to it. I try not to let it affect me anymore.
“Is what it is.” I shake it off, knowing nothing is going to change.
“Let it go, and let’s get you ready to go have a good time.” Zoey bounces into my room.
“Already have.” I head to my closet, kicking off my sneakers and grabbing a white v-neck sweater and my boots. If I’m going to a party I might as well dress up.
“Getting sexy?” She wiggles her brows at me. She’s got her hair in a ponytail and no makeup on her face unless you count the number 11 on her cheek that I drew for her.
“It seems I’m in the market for a pre-law or pre-med college student.” Zoey snorts a laugh.
“I really never know what your mom is going to say or do.”
“That makes two of us.” I roll my eyes as I get dressed. I give my makeup and hair a once-over. I did them before we went to the football game. I made sure to spend my time doing them, wanting to look good. Yet, he didn't even notice me, and I was in the front row, right behind the team.
I’m starting to think I need to put myself out there. I can’t be lusting after a man who isn't mine to ever have. It’s not only the fact that he’s dating someone else but he also works for the university. I don’t know what the rules are regarding students and faculty. But I’m sure there are strict guidelines. Not that he is going to break or bend them for me. The man only met me once. I bet he doesn't even remember me. I really need to get over this fascination I have with him.
“I’m ready.” I stand up, lean over, and zip up my boot. “Can we get food after?”
“You’re hungry?”
“No, but late-night breakfast food is always the best.”
“What if you meet someone at the party and crash at the house?”
“You think I’m going to lose my virginity at a frat party?” I pull my keys from my purse so I can lock the door behind us. I hit the button for the elevator. The doors start to open.
“You don’t have to sleep with someone because you crash with them. There are other things you can do. Don’t be a slut.” Zoey laughs. I don’t because as the doors slide open, there stands the man I haven't stopped thinking about. Not only that, he just heard my best friend telling me not to be a slut. Lovely.
“Oh. Coach.” Zoey smiles at him. He looks as good as he did the first time I saw him. He’s freshly showered and clearly going somewhere.
“Zoey.” His response is stiff. He always looks so serious. It should intimidate me, but it only makes him more attractive. “I forgot you live in the building.” We step onto the elevator.
“You do?” How the hell. So much for forgetting about him.
“Top floor,” he answers but doesn't say anything else.
“You look pissed for a man who just won,” I tease with a small laugh, trying to break this weird tension that is quickly forming inside the elevator.
“It was a great game,” Zoey tosses in, likely feeling the weirdness too. He grunts a response. “I take it you're not going to the party.”
“Late dinner plans,” he answers her. I wonder if it’s with Tiffany. It is late. The game ended at nine, and it’s now pushing ten. I don’t think he’s going out for food. If I had to guess he is going out for sex.