(#3 of Confessions)
Author: Abigail Davies
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Humour, Contemporary
Publication date: March 28th, 2019
Confession One: Musical theatre and chess were my true loves. I was a mixture of nerd and drama queen. I liked to think of myself as raspberry ripple ice cream. The perfect combination of sauce to creamy goodness.
Confession Two: I was an adaptable kind of girl. Until it came to my dreams. Four years of hard work and I finally got into the college I’d fantasized about since I was a little girl. But sometimes things didn’t work out how you wanted them to.
One incident—and a Viking helmet—was all it took to have my aspirations snatched away at the end of my first year. And now I was here. In a state I hated. A second college I didn’t want to go to. But no other choices available.
Confession Three: Alcohol was the enemy. All I wanted was to blow off some steam before I met my new fate. To let loose, and have a little fun. I was never meant to wake up in a hot guys bed and not remember how I got there.
Confession Four: He was my new roommate. Running out of his house the morning after the night before was the last time I was meant to see him. I could forget it ever happened and start my sophomore year unscathed. Until I found out he was my new roommate...along with another thirty guys. I was the new Frat Girl in town, and life was about to get a whole lot of messy.
Excerpt . . .
“What’s your next class?”
“None of your business,” I replied as I pushed my books into my bag and pulled it onto my shoulder, not even sorry that it smacked into his stupid chest.
“Actually.” He grinned. “It kind of is. I know all of the guys’ schedules.”
“Good for you.” I pushed my way past the other guys and jogged down the stairs, needing to get out of the room and his presence as quickly as I could.
Everything that had happened with us that first night was still a foggy memory in my brain, but the longer I was around him and watched each of his movements, the more it lifted. I didn’t want the stupid fog to lift. I wanted to pretend like it never happened and finish out my college education in peace.
Why did the universe hate me so much? Maybe I was a bad person in one of my previous lives. Or maybe I’d already been a good person and now it was time to be a bad person. Ugh. The universe sucked.
I walked with the fray of students, hoping that I lost Gabe, and when I turned the corner to the drama department, I let out a sigh of relief.
It was short lived though because someone shouted my name.
Why couldn’t he just leave me the hell alone?
“What?” I snapped, spinning around on my heel and looking up at his stupidly handsome face. Maybe I could punch it to make it not so handsome? That thought had a grin forming.
“Frat meeting at six tonight. You need to be there.”
“Do I though?” I scrunched my face up. “Just because I’m living there—”
“That’s the exact reason you need to be there.” He moved closer, a serious mask slipping over his features. “Your dad wanted you to be part of this frat so that means you need to be part of it, which includes the meetings and everything else that comes with it. If you don’t then it’ll be an infraction.”
“Ohhh.” I held my hands up and wiggled my fingers. “An infraction.”
“I’m being serious, Sum. You’ll get kicked out if you get too many infractions, and I’m guessing that you being here is a last resort.” He left that hanging in the air,
and for a second I wondered if he knew what had happened last year. “Six pm. Don’t be late.” With that, he spun on his heels and walked away, leaving me to watch his ass with each of his steps. Goddamn it was a fine ass.
“I know that look, girl,” a deep voice said from beside me. I turned to face a guy with a green mohawk. “I’d eat him alive.”
“Good.” I twirled to face him completely. “Maybe that’d get him off my back.”
He raised his brows causing the silver stud displayed there to twinkle. “Or your front.”
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About the Author . . .
magical thing, or getting lost in a good book. If she's doing neither of those things, you can be sure she's surfing the web buying new makeup, clothes, or binge watching another show as she becomes one with her sofa.
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