Semua Bab The Rebound: The Wrong Cinderella's Story: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The entire time I was at practice, I couldn't hide the shit-eating grin from my face, no matter how many times I got sacked. She had come back to me, and this time, there was no way in Hell that I was going to let her go again.Coach seemed angry still. He had us run several drills where I was taken down repeatedly. He claimed that our opponents on Saturday always had an opening to their quarterback that we needed to practice taking advantage of. My body hurt, but by the end of practice, he looked at me as though he had a bit more respect for me. He even smacked my shoulder pad when the team came in for the huddle at the end of practice. It felt like a turning point in my life.Love life? Great! Football? Great! School? Still sucks, but my grades were decent.In the rush to get back to Violet, I was surprised to run into Diana.She kept true to her word and was making an effort to earn my friendship back. As much as I wanted to tell her that it would not

It was a long two weeks without Violet. I waited outside of her lecture hall, but she wasn't there. My calls and texts were ignored, and I didn't see her around campus. I needed to apologize but she made it impossible.I let out a groan of annoyance when my passenger door opened, and the overpowering smell of artificial flowers saturated the inside of my car. I didn't want to drive Diana. Unfortunately, since I had driven her to school when the year started, she had no other way of getting home for Thanksgiving without paying an absorbent amount of money for a cab, or by calling her parents to make the four-hour round trip to pick her up.If I made her do that, the weekend would start off on the wrong foot. Considering it would already be pretty bad, I didn't want to add fuel to the fire earlier than I needed to. There was no way that I could keep it to myself that Diana and I were no longer together. It was bound to come out at some point. If it didn't then it absolut

As we all sat around the table, I was thankful that my dad had gone and grabbed the table leaf. As it was, Diana was sitting closer to me than I would have liked. Her elbow kept bumping mine as her dominant arm was next to mine. If the table was its usual size, our parents may have tried to get her to sit in my lap due to the limited space.The tension may have been thick between the two of us, but our parents went on and on as if nothing had changed. They brought up memory after memory as if it would spark the romance between us again. When they didn't get a reaction out of that, they began to make future plans for us."I think that Ice Skating would be wonderful for us to do on your Christmas break! Oh, it is so romantic to skate under the twinkle lights! We can do a couple of pictures for the three of us in front of the tree. I'll have to start shopping so each couple can have a different matching Christmas sweater set! That would be so cute!" Cindy's excitement spr

It may have been from the practice I had after the first time we slept together, but it was almost too easy to avoid Caleb for the two next weeks. Instead of eating at the student union or going to FIX, I survived off delivery and my stash of Ramen.Instead of going out the main door of the business lecture hall, I would use the side exit. Then, I would make my way to my dorm room by walking the long way behind the buildings that lined the university's quad. Thankfully it was finally cold enough to get away with wearing my beanie and hoodie, which only helped to hide me from anyone who may have had an eye out for me.I was both relieved and disappointed when he didn't seem to have anyone searching for me. The chase was over. He had me, lost me, found me, and then gave me up. It was inevitable and expected, but that didn't make it any less hurtful. I felt like one of those ridiculous girls in a rom-com. I wanted to stay away from him but also wanted him to chase and fig

The second she walked into the room, it was like there was a magnet to her, and I was being drawn in. I didn't care about what Jones was saying next to me, nor did I care about the girl to my left that was failing in her attempt to get my attention.All I could see was Violet. She was just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. I never wanted to go two weeks without seeing or talking to her again. It had been like losing my best friend, a metaphor that Jones was not happy about when I had tried to talk to him about the situation.It didn't matter that we were in public. I just wanted to march through the crowd that separated us, throw her back up against the wall, and kiss her until the only thing she could think or say was my name.After looking for her for almost two weeks, I needed nothing more than to get her to talk to me. To get her to agree to be mine and to make sure that everyone else knew it.I had tried to talk to Tyler about her but eve