All Chapters of The Rebound: The Wrong Cinderella's Story: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It only took a few minutes to get there. Once I did, I pulled off the hoodie immediately to stop my body from overheating. For it being the end of autumn, it was still surprisingly warm during the day. Chloe jumped from where she sat on the couch as the door slammed closed behind me. With a bowl of cereal in her hands, she scooped another mouthful before she looked over with a large grin and examined me. "I don't even need to ask what you were up to last night with the size of that love bite on your neck. I'm just glad you aren't in jail again." She laughed and gave me an amused smirk as she tapped the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you're not getting away without telling me all about it." I let out a groan before I plopped my overly-warm body down on the couch next to her, and she hit mute on the show she was watching to give me her undivided attention. "You first," I said as I kicked off my shoes and made myself comfortable. "Where did you and Terror

You don't know true boredom until you've sat through Professor Nelson's bi-weekly lectures on The Fundamentals of Corporate Finance. Two hours of furiously typing notes as he blabbered on always put me in a bad mood, but if I wanted to graduate, I would have to take the class sooner or later. I wished it would be much later… or never, but that wasn't an option according to my academic advisor. As he droned on in his nasally and whiney voice, my keystrokes got more forceful until I was practically stabbing through the plastic of my laptop. My eyes dropped to the bottom right corner of my screen every few sentences to check the time as the end of class approached at a snail's pace. When Professor Nelson finally dismissed us, I shoved my laptop in its case as I stood, eager to get out of the building as soon as possible and beat the rush to the local coffee shop on campus, FIX. Whoever chose to name it that may have thought that they were clever, but it truly was a stupid name. It opene

"You know that you look ridiculous, right?" Chloe said as she walked beside me across the quad. I glared over at her from under my sunglasses as she tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes rolled over her outfit, and I internally grumbled at her long sleeve blue top, standard carpi pants, and white vans. If she had listened to me when we were getting dressed, I wouldn't look so ridiculous. My hair was tucked under my black hoodie, and I wore the same dark pair of skinny jeans that I did at the party. "The whole point of this was to be incognito." I huff at her as she let out a laugh. "So, instead of dressing normal so that we don't stand out, you decided to dress like you were going to rob a liquor store? At least loosen the string on your hood, so it isn't so tight around your face. Be cool, woman." I swatted her hands away when she reached over to untie the string and adjusted it myself. "The last thing we need is for someone to see me going to the locker r

I ducked my head in anger as my pass fell short. A glance at Coach, with his face red and the clipboard ready to snap in his hands, I could see just how angry he was with me. When Diana and I broke things off, I couldn't throw to save my life, but that had changed after I met her, my mystery girl. It was like I wanted to impress her, and had been playing better than ever - until today. I could feel something hanging over me like a dark cloud, and I knew something bad was going to happen. "Briggs! Get your ass over here!" Coach yelled, and I recoiled slightly at the animosity in his tone. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger, but there was no evading it now. Jones ran by me and slapped his hand down on my shoulder pad in encouragement before he continued down the field. I glanced up as a drop of sweat dripped off of my eyebrow, and I pulled my helmet off. Coach Anthony jogged back onto the field, and I watched with curiosity as he lea

That night, I sat at the back of the bleachers as our school dominated the field. I rose to my feet with the other spectators as our team took the ball into the end zone. A noise of "Oh" left my mouth with the crowd each time one of the opponents took down one of our men. In all reality though, I couldn't tell you what was going on in the game. My eyes were locked on number 17 as he played the game like it was as easy as breathing. The stands were filled with red and black in school spirit. Holden University was a large campus, and we were all bound together like a large family ready to take on an intruder at a moment's notice. Our mascot, a cartoon-like demon, was wildly protested by the churches that surrounded the campus as well as quite a few parents. They would never take us down though. We were unstoppable, and the harder that they protested our mascot, the stronger we grew as an impenetrable united front. Every now and then, my eyes would drift from th