He has A’s in all his classes. He’s a freakin’ genius. I hate him,” Shepley said as he led America into the living room by the hand.

His eyes didn’t stray from mine. “It’s a damn shame about the sweater. It looks good on you.” In the next moment he was engulfed by fans, disappearing the way he came. “What were thinking you idiot?” America yelled, yanking my arm. Travis watched me pull hair away from my face and then walked to the door, holding it open. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, Pigeon.”come over with America tonight?” I sneered at his request, but he leaned closer. “I’m not trying to bag you. I just wanna hang out.” A twitch. Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughed again when I glared at him. “Those are some amazing eyes though,” he said, leaning just inches from my face. “What color is that, anyway? Grey?” Ah! A smile. I’m not a rotten bastard after all,” he winked. “It was nice to meet you, Pidge.” He walked around the table and leaned into America’s ear.

Oh, you will.” She winked at me and then shut the door behind her. Less than a minute later, my cell phone chimed. Per her usual, America texted me seconds after we had said goodbye.He wants you to bring her to the apartment, doesn’t he?” Shepley said. America nodded and he shook his head. “You’re a smart girl, Abby. I’m telling you now, if you fall for his shit and then end up getting mad at him, you can’t take it out on me and America, all right?”

Oh, er...general ed, for now. I’m still undecided, but I’m leaning toward Accounting.” “You’re not a local, though. You must be a transplant.” I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch outside our dormitory. The three of us ended up at the same table at freshman orientation, and I knew he would be the welcome third wheel to our well-­‐oiled machine. He wasn’t excessively tall, but still he towered over my five feet, four inches. His round eyes offset his long, lean features, and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at the front. His short answers were beginning to bug me. “That’s it? You’re not going to tell me anything about yourself?”Shotwell, Alyssa (October 26, 2021). "Racist Author Jamie McGuire Dragged Again Upon News of Romance Book Adaptation". The Mary Sue . Retrieved November 1, 2021. Travis spun the empty chair beside me and sat, resting his arms in front of him. “So you’re the Pigeon, huh?” Travis burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Just come over. I won’t even flirt with you, I swear.” A petite brunette stepped in front of us, wide-­‐eyed and hopeful. “Hey, Travis,” she lilted, playing with her hair. I don’t mind being friends, but that doesn’t mean you have to try to get in my panties every five seconds.”

Although the lunch table had thinned, America, Shepley and I lingered to discuss our weekend plans. Travis stood up to leave, but stopped at our end of the table. “What?” Shepley asked loudly, holding his hand to his ear. Jamie McGuire was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She attended Northern Oklahoma College, the University of Central Oklahoma, and Autry Technology Center where she graduated with a degree in Radiography. Why oh why did I read this? I’ve read every book in this series. And I’ve enjoyed them! Beautiful Disaster and Walking Disaster were my very first introductions into the new adult genre. I loved those books and they will always hold a special place. But this book…. What did I even read?I watched Travis with a dubious expression and his eyebrows shot up. “What? You don’t think a guy covered in tats and that trades punches for a living can get the grades? I’m not in school because I have nothing better to do.” A slow smile crept across his face before he spoke. “I haven’t asked you sleep with me,” his eyes drifted to the ceiling in thought, “have I?” I hurried out the door and down the hall. Just when I felt sure I was a safe distance, Travis Maddox was at my side. I’m not embarrassed.” I fidgeted with the falling strands of my hair and then decided to pull it down and smooth it into another bun, trying to ignore the awkward silence.