Bad Boys Break Hearts by Micalea Smeltzer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Micalea Smeltzer
- ISBN: B08954Q77P
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance, Sports Romance,
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- Page: 373
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RORY
STARING up at the big brick monstrosity, green ivy climbing up
the sides and along the front, I can’t help but smile.
I made it here, all on my own. For so long I didn’t think
college was a possibility for me, especially not one as
prestigious as Aldridge tucked into the vast green hills fortyfive minutes from Nashville. I worked my butt off to get
chosen for a scholarship and I hadn’t celebrated that feat until
now. I don’t think it felt real until I pulled onto campus.
I’m free.
The sun burns bright in the cloudless blue sky. It’s a
picture-perfect day to welcome me to my new home.
Closing the door on my rickety old Ford pickup truck I
inherited from my grandpa when he passed, I go to cross the
street to the main building to pick up some things I need, like
my schedule and room assignments. Somehow they didn’t turn
up. No doubt my mother spotted them in the mail and in the
trash they went—anything to try to keep me trapped and as
miserable as her.
I’ve barely made it to the middle of the crosswalk when
tires screech so loudly my hands threaten to fly up and cover
my ears. Turning to my left I come face to face with a bumper.
The massive bronze colored SUV brakes to a stop inches
from my body.
My breath is gone, my heart is beating too fast to be
healthy, and now I’m frozen staring at the bumper with
DEFENDER written across it in all capital letters. I have no
idea what kind of vehicle it is, but it nearly had my blood
splattered all across that too shiny hood. Red and bronze
would not look good together.
Trying to compose myself, I stare at the tinted windows,
too dark to make out the driver who nearly ran me over.
Before I can catch my breath the bastard behind the wheel
honks his horn—or hers, I guess it could be—as if I’m the one
doing something wrong.
Anger flares inside my small body and before I know what
I’m doing my left hand shoots into the air, middle finger
pointed and waving at whatever jackass thinks it’s appropriate
to honk at someone they almost ran over.
They honk again, and I slam my hand against the hood. It
doesn’t even dent or scratch but it makes me feel better. With
that parting gesture I make it to the other side of the crosswalk
unscathed except for my still out of control heart.
The asshole slams on the gas, leaving behind the scent of
burnt rubber in his wake.
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