Imperfectly Yours Volumes 1-4 (A New Adult Romance Series) : Imperfectly Yours, His Diversion, Of Fear And Fate, Hard To Love You Read Free Page A

night back to do whatever it is you were going to do.”
    “Homework,” I lie. “Oh and there’s something I need to tell you. I got that internship.” Scarlett nods. “I know that means I won’t be around as much but it’ll help me get a job when I graduate.”
    “Don’t worry,” she responds. “I’ll find a way to manage.”
    My phone buzzes in my pocket. I eagerly pull it out and take a deep breath when I see Dane’s name on the screen.
    “Who is it?”
    “Oh,” I gulp. “Uh Zanna.” My eyes skim over his message. My chest is starting to tighten again. I quickly read his text.
    Our spot. One hour.
     

DANE
     
    Chapter Four
     
    “If you don’t tell him . . . then I will.”
     
     
    “Out robbing another cradle are we?” Andrew chuckles. I keep typing on my laptop, ignoring his pathetic ploy to get me to yell at him some more. He’s the world’s worst roommate and his mouth is as big as my sister’s. “What no come back today?”
    “She’s eighteen.”
    “Barely,” he laughs again. I feel something stir deep in my chest. I stare at my computer. I see him smirk and walk closer, he flexes his biceps like something intimidating is there. I roll my eyes. I have to get out of here. I need to see her.
    “Whatever,” I mumble. “Just leave me alone alright.”
    “I’ll do what I want . . .” his hand hits the back of my laptop and slams it shut. I jerk my fingers away just in time. “. . . when I want. You got that?” His smirk is even wider as he laughs and leaves our room. I put up with him all semester and all I got for it was two written warnings, and a threatened suspension. I remember the words of the Dean’s Assistant like it happened yesterday. Your dresser isn’t an alcohol storage unit. It wasn’t mine it was all Andrew’s. And the pot was Andrew’s too.
    What am I still doing here? I can’t concentrate. I’m sucking at all my classes. I can’t get her out my head. I can’t not think about her. It’s like I need to get my fix. I close my eyes and think of home but the thought soon makes my stomach queasy. When I go back, I’ll have to tell her.
    My chest stirs again. Just do it Dane. Do it and go home.
    Most nights I don’t sleep. When the sky is black and my dorm is engulfed in silence, my mind is awake. What am I going to do? Dad’s already ashamed of me. He probably wishes he could trade me in for another kid. I can tell by the way he keeps his head up and calls me son . He uses the same tone of voice as the time I fell riding my skateboard and screwed up my shoulder right before that college scout came to soccer practice.
    He’s going to give me hell if I do this. If he finds out.
    I stand up letting a rush of pure anger boil inside. It runs through my torso and branches down to my fists allowing the adrenaline to pump through me. I can feel my face getting hotter, my forehead getting sweaty, and my jaw clenching. I run down the hall, hearing my footsteps pound in my ears.
    I run past a group of students and burst through the door into the chilly breeze. Andrew is laughing with his lameass friends. The ones that think Pluto is just a cheesy cartoon character. The closer I get the better it feels. Andrew turns around with a stupid grin on his face. He has no idea what’s coming.
    “Sup Assface, back for more-”
    My arm is on fire as it cuts through the air, targeting the side of Andrew’s face. It plays in front of me in slow motion and I don’t regret a single part. My knuckles collide with his jaw. I can hear the gurgling of the fluids in his mouth. My fingers feel the ridges of his teeth. His head turns and his body goes with it. He falls to the pavement. His mouth, now hanging open, blurts out a whimpering gulp.
    I look down at the cut on my hand. His posse stares, speechless. The turmoil in my chest starts to die as if satisfied for the time being. Andrew looks up at me. You did it. Now get the hell out.
    I’m going home. Home to her a nd I’m not