Seven Ways to Lose Your Heart by Tiffany Truitt

Author:Tiffany Truitt [Truitt, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Tiffany Truitt, Embrace, Romance, New Adult, Entangled, Best Friends, road trip, friends to lovers, New Adult Romance, music festival, music, photography, NA, festival
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-07-17T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Kennedy

Not even Bob Dylan is working.

“Livid” is not the word to describe the mood I am currently drowning in. That fucking prick. That small-dicked assweed. I have done nothing but work my butt off for that man, and he thinks just because I don’t have the best reputation in town, he can treat me any way he wants? Fuck no. I’d rather eat ramen noodles for the rest of my life than put up with that.

When I got home from work, I tried just about everything to shake off the crap mood I was in. First, I tried writing, but when I opened my email to see the available article topics, I found an email from my editor asking about the music festival. Which only reminded me that I wasn’t going, and that Annabel was probably jetting off to college soon. That just made me feel even worse, considering there wasn’t a damn thing settled between us. At first, all I wanted was to talk to her, but now I want so much more.

I thought about calling up some of my buddies to get high, but that’s exactly what people like my boss expected of me, so I crossed it off my list. Then I tried listening to all my faves, but even the King of Folk himself wasn’t doing the trick.

So when Annabel texted to see if she could come over and sign the cover art paperwork, I almost said no. I was feeling more Hulk than Captain America at the moment, and I didn’t want to rage out on her, since I felt like I could punch a wall. But then the thought of not seeing her felt worse, so I agreed.

There’s a quiet knock on my bedroom door, and I’m still not sure I made the right choice. I had texted Annabel to just come on up when she got here. Mrs. Peterson always keeps a spare key under a stone bunny next to the door. Everyone in town knows about the key.

Now that she’s here, I wish I would have taken a few seconds to clean up my room. Annabel’s room was hospital clean. Like mental hospital clean. And my room looks kinda like a tornado swept through a convenience store: empty pizza boxes, chip bags, and soda cans everywhere.

“One second,” I call out, suddenly feeling panicked. I run around the room, throwing as much of the trash under my bed and in my closet as I can. I turn down Bob’s lamenting and open the door.

For a girl who spends more time studying than going to the mall, Annabel always has this way of looking effortlessly cute. Like now, she’s wearing a Daughters of the American Revolution shirt with jeans, and her hair’s tied to the side with a blue-and-white polka-dot ribbon. I take note that this is the third time she’s worn a shirt with something to do with history.

Her cheeks redden a little when she sees me, and I half wonder if my fly is down or something.

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