spaghetti.
“Grow up!” she yells before vanishing into the restroom.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I gasp.
“Holy shit.”
“She had it coming. Look, it’s seven.
Let’s get something to eat besides cinnamon rolls and then...”
“James Daniel,” Bridgette shouts from the
restroom doorway. “Fuck off!”
He sighs and places a hand on the small
of my back, leading us away.
“How do you know her? Did you two date?
She’s probably only nineteen.” I speak quickly in need of answers. I won’t date
a guy who’s been with one of my students. That’s too close for comfort. Maybe
she was one of his rebounders last year, but then she would’ve been eighteen
and barely legal.
“She’s my sister.”
“Really?” Okay. Sister, I can handle.
Former bed buddy, nope. “Shit, that’s right, she’s a Keller.” I recall her name
now from first day of the semester introductions. Did you know she was in one
of my classes before tonight?”
“No. We don’t talk all that much about
things like school.”
“Then the two of you don’t get along?”
“Food court?” he asks.
“Something light. A smoothie or a salad,”
I reply.
“We get along,” he says, pointing to
Salad-A-Go-Go. “But we have the classic brother sister TV sitcom relationship.
I’ll tease her for the rest of her life and she’ll spend her time annoying the
shit out of me. We love one another.”
“Well, I’m an only child, so everything
you just said makes little sense to me.” I reach for my bag of books as we
stand in line but he moves them behind his back like a bat out of Hell.
“You really want these don’t you?” he
grins.
“Why don’t you hand them over so I can pick
three for you, and then I’ll take the rest home?”
“Nope.”
“Fine, but just so you know, I bought
them for display purposes and not to read.”
“Yeah, that sounds believable. And I buy
my books because they make good toilet paper.”
“Seriously, I did.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Now you’re getting on my nerves and I
hope I don’t call you something nasty, something I don’t want everyone in this
line to hear.” I swing the bag around and look at the menu. “Can you order me a
Raspberry Walnut salad while I use the restroom? I need to chill out.”
“Give me your bag.”
“Don’t you trust me? I won’t peek.” I
walk backward with a sinister smile as he tries not to laugh.
My short escape is the perfect time to
check my sales and reviews on my cell. Yes, that’s what I do sometimes in public
restrooms. I’m sure a lot of people are texting or checking Facebook in the
stalls next to mine. And, one of these days I’m going to open my sales page and
see hundreds of books sold in one day instead of fifty. Fifty doesn’t cut it.
Forty. Forty doesn’t cut it either and
that’s where I’m at right now. Ass-balls, I’ve got a shitty review as well.
Family
and friends must have written the 5-star reviews and if it were possible, I’d
give this book zero stars. Don’t waste your time or money. Stay away! I won’t
be buying any more books from this author . I deleted it from my
Kindle, but wish I could delete it from my mind.
Fucking troll.
This review is such a classic one-star
non-informative bunch of bull. Not one sentence has any specific information
about the book, which leads me to believe they didn’t even read it. The only
thing they forgot was - did not finish! And anyway, I don’t even have any family or friends. Duh.
I hope as punishment she gets flattened
by a bus.
Great. Harsh words float around the university
and now I’m getting them on my books? You’ve gotta have a thick skin in this
world... or be a hermit, which is why I spend so much time alone. If no one
else is around, they can’t do you harm. Sounds like a good mantra to live by;
only now, Dan is here, and by reaching out to him I’ve complicated my life.
“You ready to go?” he asks when I return.
“No,” I say, confused. “What
“Grow up!” she yells before vanishing into the restroom.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I gasp.
“Holy shit.”
“She had it coming. Look, it’s seven.
Let’s get something to eat besides cinnamon rolls and then...”
“James Daniel,” Bridgette shouts from the
restroom doorway. “Fuck off!”
He sighs and places a hand on the small
of my back, leading us away.
“How do you know her? Did you two date?
She’s probably only nineteen.” I speak quickly in need of answers. I won’t date
a guy who’s been with one of my students. That’s too close for comfort. Maybe
she was one of his rebounders last year, but then she would’ve been eighteen
and barely legal.
“She’s my sister.”
“Really?” Okay. Sister, I can handle.
Former bed buddy, nope. “Shit, that’s right, she’s a Keller.” I recall her name
now from first day of the semester introductions. Did you know she was in one
of my classes before tonight?”
“No. We don’t talk all that much about
things like school.”
“Then the two of you don’t get along?”
“Food court?” he asks.
“Something light. A smoothie or a salad,”
I reply.
“We get along,” he says, pointing to
Salad-A-Go-Go. “But we have the classic brother sister TV sitcom relationship.
I’ll tease her for the rest of her life and she’ll spend her time annoying the
shit out of me. We love one another.”
“Well, I’m an only child, so everything
you just said makes little sense to me.” I reach for my bag of books as we
stand in line but he moves them behind his back like a bat out of Hell.
“You really want these don’t you?” he
grins.
“Why don’t you hand them over so I can pick
three for you, and then I’ll take the rest home?”
“Nope.”
“Fine, but just so you know, I bought
them for display purposes and not to read.”
“Yeah, that sounds believable. And I buy
my books because they make good toilet paper.”
“Seriously, I did.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Now you’re getting on my nerves and I
hope I don’t call you something nasty, something I don’t want everyone in this
line to hear.” I swing the bag around and look at the menu. “Can you order me a
Raspberry Walnut salad while I use the restroom? I need to chill out.”
“Give me your bag.”
“Don’t you trust me? I won’t peek.” I
walk backward with a sinister smile as he tries not to laugh.
My short escape is the perfect time to
check my sales and reviews on my cell. Yes, that’s what I do sometimes in public
restrooms. I’m sure a lot of people are texting or checking Facebook in the
stalls next to mine. And, one of these days I’m going to open my sales page and
see hundreds of books sold in one day instead of fifty. Fifty doesn’t cut it.
Forty. Forty doesn’t cut it either and
that’s where I’m at right now. Ass-balls, I’ve got a shitty review as well.
Family
and friends must have written the 5-star reviews and if it were possible, I’d
give this book zero stars. Don’t waste your time or money. Stay away! I won’t
be buying any more books from this author . I deleted it from my
Kindle, but wish I could delete it from my mind.
Fucking troll.
This review is such a classic one-star
non-informative bunch of bull. Not one sentence has any specific information
about the book, which leads me to believe they didn’t even read it. The only
thing they forgot was - did not finish! And anyway, I don’t even have any family or friends. Duh.
I hope as punishment she gets flattened
by a bus.
Great. Harsh words float around the university
and now I’m getting them on my books? You’ve gotta have a thick skin in this
world... or be a hermit, which is why I spend so much time alone. If no one
else is around, they can’t do you harm. Sounds like a good mantra to live by;
only now, Dan is here, and by reaching out to him I’ve complicated my life.
“You ready to go?” he asks when I return.
“No,” I say, confused. “What
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