Semua Bab Kïng of Campus : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“I’m glad to be back, too.” Even as the words automatically spill from my mouth, I realize that I don’t necessarily mean them. There’s a fairly large part of me that wishes I were still living my life in Paris. With an ocean between me and my dad, I didn’t have to dwell on him and the new family he created for himself so quickly after my mom died.My dad’s life carried on while mine fell apart. And even though it’s been five years since she died, the ache still feels painfully tender. What being back here at Barnett means is that I no longer have an excuse not to visit them.Shaking those thoughts away, I realize I’m still sprawled out on the carpeted floor. I blink my eyes a few times as a handsome face peers down at me before crinkling into a large friendly smile. But I don’t bother hoisting myself up just yet. Instead, I say in my most formal tone, “Mr. Sullivan, I presume.”His grin intensifies, making him appear even more striking than I’d originally thought. Lexie had, quite nat

“Just stand there and look pretty,” she mutters under her breath.My lips twitch at her words because he is definitely pretty.Lexie gives me a little wink as if she can read my mind. “Don’t let his good looks fool you, he’s smart, too.”Of course he is.Because gorgeous and smart are exactly the kind of guys Lexie attracts. While I, on the other hand, had the sad misfortune to fall for a hot athletic jerk who assured me he was going to remain faithful to his study-abroad-girlfriend when in actuality, he started hooking up with other girls as soon as above-mentioned-girlfriend was out of the country.I’ve had the last fourteen and a half months to get over Finn McKenzie. And I have. I am totally over him. Unfortunately he’s been calling and texting almost relentlessly for the last week, which means he’s been occupying my thoughts way more than I’d like.Perhaps I should say he’s been trying to call and text. Because I haven’t bothered to pick up his calls or respond to his rather leng

As if this guy has any wrong places...Because, trust me, he doesn’t.I'm seriously starting to feel light headed over here. Like I need to sit down and put my head between my knees just so I can breathe through this whole ordeal. That’s when I notice the huge brown stain marring that perfectly chiseled chest of his. His jeans, which seem to be riding rather low on his lean hips, are also dripping with my chilled coffee as well.This feels like one of those horrendous first-day-of-school nightmares that people jolt awake from in an icy cold sweat. Then, once they realize it's nothing more than a terrible dream, they fall back against their pillows in relief.Except this is actually happening to me.Which makes it, like, a thousand times worse.I'm just about to open my mouth and stutter out yet another lame apology, when I hear, "Hey, King, what the hell happened to you?"Hearing those words thankfully breaks the strange spell that has fallen over me at the sight of him as I blink my

"That’s Roan King, a senior. He's a football playing god who red shirted his freshman year. But he was such a stud on the field, that he's been a first string wide receiver ever since he was a sophomore." She leans towards me as if she's about to reveal top secret information no one else on campus is privy to. Getting caught up in the moment, I angle my body towards her as if I'm all ears. Which apparently I am."Word is he'll be entering the draft in January even though he could play here at Barnett for another year." Her eyes dance with unmitigated excitement as if she has a personal stake in that actually occurring. Then she sighs rather dreamily, "And just look at him, he's totally gorgeous."My gaze slides to the eye candy currently being discussed. She’s right, he’s definitely gorgeous. But I'd also lay odds he's a cocky douchebag player as well. I mean, come on, he's a football player. Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis."If you're interested," she gives me a look that

I’m really not.What he says to them, I have no idea. I see his lips moving and then the crowd reluctantly disperses before he closes the distance separating us. The way he carries his powerful body has all the saliva in my mouth instantly drying. He’s just so big and muscular. So unexpectedly graceful. I wish I didn’t appreciate the beautiful lines of his sharply defined body but I can’t seem to help myself. As he jogs towards me, shards of inky colored hair fall over those brightly sparkling eyes. When he’s about two feet from me, he finally slows to a stop before flicking a jet black chunk of hair out of the way.The look he aims in my direction is so well honed I nearly gasp.Oh… this guy is completely dangerous. And he’s clearly aware of the effect he has on the opposite sex.That’s for damn sure.I’m pretty sure my eyes flare open to the point of popping right out of my head. “Are you actually suggesting we go back to my place for a few hours and have,” I pause as my voice lower