All Chapters of The Rebound: The Wrong Cinderella's Story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My ankles crossed under the table in the student union as I placed another deliciously salty fry in my mouth. It wasn't every day that one could get a free show with their meal, but there I was, enjoying both. Don't misunderstand me, I know that the amusement I was feeling from watching it was wrong. Yet, I continued to munch on chunks of oil-crisped potatoes like it was popcorn with wide eyes, unable to do anything but stare at the couple that was fighting only a few tables down. There wasn't much other conversation in the crowded room, and I contemplated telling them that their discussion was not private, but my ass stayed glued to my seat as I ate. If they wanted to make this everyone's business, that was their choice. The last thing that I wanted was to be pulled into the drama. As one of the only girls in the school who wasn't completely in love with the beautiful cheerleader and quarterback's storybook romance, I was highly entertained. "Four years, Dia

When I was 18, I learned that my dad had been dating a woman without my knowledge; Selena Hart. When I was told that she had a son who played football, I was insanely jealous that my dad finally got the son he always wanted. I felt like my world flipped upside down, and I hadn't been ready for it. Lucky for me, Tyler was respectful of our family dynamic. While he gave my dad his blessing, he also wasn't looking for a replacement father, which meant that I got to keep him all to myself for a while... at least until they moved in with us. Tyler and I actually got on really well, almost too well. It was like we were siblings our whole lives. If it weren't for his brown eyes, we could probably pass for brother and sister. The best part was that we were only a few months apart, and it helped us get on better than if we had years between us. The knowledge that Selena was the one who created and raised Tyler made me give the big thumbs up to my dad when he told me of his plans to m

The second that she walked out the backdoor of our frat house with the black fabric tied over her eyes, I couldn't take my own away. It amused me that we had the same idea, and I smiled for the first time in a few days as I let out a chuckle. Her shirt sat tight against her toned stomach, and I admired the way that she looked sexy without parading around naked like most of the other girls who came out tonight. A hard elbow jabbed into my side, and I turned with a glare as the smile fell from my face. Jones leaned over with a knowing grin and jutted his chin in the direction of the girl as she approached the bar. "One wingman coming up!" He announced before I could say anything and took off toward her. As a best friend, he was great. As a person, he was sometimes a bit too pushy and overbearing. It made me worried that he may come on too strong and scare her away. Jones was like an over-excitable puppy. It was hard to deter him away from something that

I pulled my shirt on in a hurry as I moved through the crowd and into the house. The bottle in my hand sloshed around as I looked for something new to do that would get me away from the captivating green-eyed bandit in the backyard. Something about him was familiar but also dangerous. I was intrigued, and that was never a good thing. If it weren't for my mask, I probably would not have taken off my shirt. With it on, I felt like nothing could stop me. The way he held my gaze as I took off my top before he let his eyes roam my body made my entire being heat up. If that girl didn't lose her stomach on the table, I would have stripped right down to my birthday suit with the way he was making me feel as he watched me. It was invigorating. I adjusted the strap of fabric around my eyes for the millionth time that night before I made my way up the stairs to locate the bathroom. There were a few downstairs, but they were probably disgusting at this point. The walk was quick,

"You're telling me that you've never had blueberry cheesecake ice cream?" I asked with astonishment as I handed him the controller, and he took his turn. He shook his head slowly as he looked over at me. "It’s vanilla ice cream with swirls of blueberry and chunks of cheesecake in it. It is so good!" "That sounds awful!" He choked out through his laughter. My eyes found their way down to his lips as they pulled up and revealed his heart-stopping smile. As he reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair that had escaped from my ponytail back behind my ear, my lower lip found its way between my bottom teeth. His fingertips barely brushed my skin, but the intense heat that shot through my body had me wondering what it would feel like to have his fingers somewhere else. "Don't slam it until you try it." I stumbled out as I tried to rein myself in. "It is one of the best flavors out there, but only a few brands make it." Leaning forward, I placed the glass bottle on his nightstand. We had