Faking It: A Small Town College Bad Boy Romance by Hunter Rose

Author:Hunter Rose [Rose, Hunter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-23T16:00:00+00:00

13

Trace

After Vanessa left this morning, I rushed off to school for the day’s classes. Tony and Craig made fun of me throughout class about “Vanilla Vanessa” and kept asking how far I’ve gotten with her.

Which of course pissed me off.

I kept brushing off their questions and got angry when they asked vulgar questions about her. It upset me, having them speak that way about her. She’s not that type of girl.

After class, I stop by the library on campus to focus on my schoolwork.

I don’t know what it is about this girl that makes me want to treat her like a queen. She’s special, and not someone I want to take to a bar and sleep with afterwards. Craig and Tony reminded me earlier that I still have a whole month left with her, and I wonder about what happens after the month is done. I’m sure I’ll remain friends with her. I don’t want to just walk. I know that once we have sex, my obsession with her will go away. I’m sure of it. It has to, doesn’t it?

After working on my lecture notes for a few hours, I head off to another class.

All through class, I want to head back home and find out who broke into Vanessa’s house. Things are odd: I know so little about her, yet feel compelled to protect her.

After class is over, I head to the coffee shop where I took Vanessa when we first met. With coffee in hand, I stare at my notes from my last class. Knowing I need to call Mr. Robert’s or my father will have my ass, I pull my phone out of my back pocket. When it finally connects, I hear his hello loud and clear. “Hi, Mr. Roberts. It’s Trace Weston.” Why did I add the Weston part to my name? I am sure he knows who I am.

“Trace, my boy. How are you?” he says into the phone loudly.

“Hi, sir. I’m great. My father asked me to call you concerning the summer internship with you.”

“Yes. Can we meet somewhere?” he asks.

“Sure. When?”

“No better time than the present.”

I look around and frown. Not wanting to meet this fucker now, I sigh. “Sure thing. Where?” I ask, frustration pouring through me.

“Ever heard of Pesto’s?”

Oh no, not there. The thought of seeing Vanessa again sounds amazing, but not this way. Not with Roberts.

“Yes, I have heard of it.”

“Can you be there in an hour?” he asks, laughing into the phone with that cocky attitude of his.

“Sure,” I mumble.

Hanging up with Mr. Roberts, I debate if I should text Vanessa to let her know I will stop by, and not on my own authority. My fingers move over the keys and hit send.

My dad’s friend wants to take me to dinner at Pesto’s tonight, so lucky you, you get to see me sooner than you think.

Her reply never comes through. After a while, I leave the coffee shop and head to Pesto’s.

I walk into the restaurant, and the pungent smell of garlic fills the air.

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