All Chapters of The Rebound: The Wrong Cinderella's Story: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As a kid, I loved Diana with everything in me. I would have done anything for her, and both of our parents knew it. It wasn't until we started dating at the end of my junior year in high school that I started to see things differently. Sure it was what I had dreamed about since I was a boy, and our parents couldn't have been happier. The problem was that while it was nice, it wasn't what I thought it would be. As soon as we became more, I felt like our friendship had ended. At that point, we were just two people who were taking comfort in each other. It was nice to be together, but there hadn't been any overwhelming feelings of love or happiness. We were just content. I had talked to my mom about it after a few months, but she was so sure that the feeling would pass. She told me that it would take time to adjust to the change in our relationship and not to give up on Diana because we were meant to be together. I regretted that conversation immediately

It wasn't until I was leaving class on Wednesday afternoon that I saw him again. I had pushed through the doors of the lecture hall in a hurry to meet Chloe at FIX. She wasn't in the hallway when I got out like normal, but I couldn't blame her for not waiting for me as my professor had accidentally run over on time. We had been going to either FIX or the dining hall together every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after our classes were done for the day. As we were both ended those days at the same time in the business lecture hall, it was convenient. She had canceled on me on Monday due to a project she had been working on. Considering this was the longest we had gone without talking in two years, I was beyond excited to see her again. Chloe hadn't been around the room for anything more than to sleep each night, and she was out again bright and early each morning. For a small part of my Monday night, I had sat in our dorm room fuming as I stayed up way later than normal in hope

On Wednesday, Chloe received an angry text from me when she canceled on hanging out again. At this point, it seemed to me that we had become nothing more than roommates instead of best friends. She had stopped responding to my messages (unless she was canceling our plans), she was never in the dorm unless she was sleeping, and I rarely ever saw her around campus anymore. I was alone most of the time, and while I enjoyed having some time to myself, I was starting to curse my inability to make new friends. That was never something that I had been good at. There were groups of people all around me that I could walk up to and try to talk to, but it was also extremely intimidating. Instead, I sat under the tree on the edge of the quad by myself. My phone was shoved violently into the front pouch of my backpack. I didn't want to wait to see what excuse Chloe had come up with this time. My dad may have been mad at me. I may have been alone. I may hav

I sputtered as I tried to find a response. Caleb didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. He was like a little kid, always asking why. At the same time, I wanted to give him an answer. He wasn't alone in wanting to be together. Unfortunately, based on what Diana had said, I wasn't the only woman that was pining after him. His position in the school and on the team would require blind trust. As it is, everyone had a different story about Caleb or about me. I would need to be able to completely trust everything that he said and would have to block out the noise from everyone else. That would be difficult for anyone. I normally don't get involved with emotions, and the fact that I was already struggling with juggling them was frustrating. How people jumped from one emotional relationship to the next, baffled me. "Do we really have to talk about this? I thought you said we were good being friends." I turned my head away from Caleb and scanned the guy that we

He glanced over at me with a shrug that made me think that he could care less. Even if he tried not to show it, I knew that it bothered him from his previous reactions. "Violet can make her own choices. Whatever she chooses, I have her back. That means if you fuck her over, I get to do the big brother's job and fight you. You and I being friends, won't affect that. If you're good to her, then it is none of my business what happens between the two of you." "If she gives me a chance, I'll be good to her." I cringed as I watched the miniature version of myself on the screen throw a piss-poor pass that was easily intercepted by the other team. "We lost this game by a lot! Do we have to watch this crap?" Jones stomped down the stairs like a pouting child and smacked Tyler upside the head as he walked past and plopped back down onto the couch. "That is exactly why we have to watch this crap. We can never play like that again, it was all kinds of embarrassing. My p