Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
"That’s why we are rich rich," he jokes with us.
When it’s time to say goodbye, my mother hugs me just a touch longer than normal.
"You’ll call me," she says, not even trying to hide her tears this time. "At least once a week." She holds my face in her hands. "Or whenever you feel like it."
"She’s good," my father assures her. "She can take care of herself." He winks at me and kisses my forehead.
"Bye, girls." He holds up his hand, and they stand with me as I watch my parents drive away. I secretly wipe away the one tear that escapes my eye and then turn to look at the girls.
"Okay, what kind of creamer did you buy for coffee?" I ask them, knowing I need a shot to relax.
"Stuff for margaritas." Lydia laughs, and I just nod.
"Okay, time to introduce you guys to some sweet tea," I say, and they all clap their hands. When we get back into the apartment, I walk to my bedroom and take out the secret bottle my grandfather gave me. My heart pings a little when I think of my time making this batch with him.
"Here we go," Victoria says, grabbing the shot glasses.
I pour four shots and look at them. "Only one, then I’ll make something else." They all look at me. "I tend the family bar," I tell them, and they all smile. "To a great year," I toast, holding my glass up.
They all swallow down the shot, then look at me. "That was smooth," Lydia says, trying not to breathe. "Burns, but it’s sweet at the same time."
"I like it," Rachel confirms, bringing her glass to her mouth and making sure nothing is left in it. "Can we have one more?"
"Fine, but two is tops." The second shot goes down smoother. "Okay, I’m off to shower," I say, grabbing the bottle. "My first class is at eight," I announce, and they all groan. "Night."
"Damn, she was smart enough to take the bottle," Rachel says, laughing. "She definitely is the smartest."
I can’t help but laugh at her as I hide the bottle away where they will never find it, behind the books on my shelf.
When the alarm goes off the following morning, I groan as I get out of bed, seeing that it’s just after seven.
When I scheduled this veterinary anatomy class at eight o'clock, I thought it would be fine, but I was wrong. Grabbing my white yoga pants, I struggle to get them on. A morning person, I am not. I grab the first shirt I see and slide it on over my sports bra. The light pink crop top fits loosely, and when I walk out to make my coffee in my to-go cup, I groan at how bright it is. "We really need curtains," I say with one eye closed as I walk back to my bedroom. I tie my hair on top of my head in a ponytail after I brush my teeth. "It’s too early for anyone to look good," I confide to my reflection in the mirror. After grabbing my bag, I walk out of the apartment while everyone else sleeps.
The walk to campus takes me no more than ten minutes, and I really wish I remembered to bring my earbuds so I could listen to music instead of the sound of traffic from nearby. It would definitely help me calm down about the first class. The nerves are hitting me like I ran into a brick wall. "It’s going to be fine," I think out loud as I look down for a split second. Walking up the steps, I reach out for the door when my hand falls on someone else’s. "Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry," I say, looking up, and it’s almost as if time stands still, or at least it feels that way to me. "I wasn’t watching where I was going," I admit, gazing into the nicest eyes I’ve ever seen. His green eyes are bright on top and golden yellow on the bottom.
"Sorry, my fault," he says. His voice comes out deep, and his black hair looks like he was just running his hands through it. "Go ahead." He motions with his hand for me to walk ahead of him.
I smile at him, taking a step into the entryway. "I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all," I say over my shoulder, and the smirk that fills his face makes the nerves in my stomach just multiply.
two
Travis
I watch the girl in front of me take two steps into the building as she looks over her shoulder, and all I can do is smirk at her and then shake my head. It’s too early in the morning for her to be flirting, I think to myself. But the second she smiles at me, my feet stop moving, and everything in me holds still. There are no words for how gorgeous she is, and even if I did come up with the words, nothing would do it justice.