Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) Read Free Page A

to conclusions and been so…ugh, so rude !!” She spun back around and stomped off. This time, Rachel was left behind. She sat down and put her head in her hands, ashamed.
     
    For the rest of the day, Rachel thought about what she’d done. She couldn’t think about anything else or get the disappointment in herself out of her mind. She hadn’t even considered that Dallas might have some noble reason to be away from class or to not pay attention to his studies. On a more positive note, the thought crossed her mind that he must have really been a natural at football because he was a star in the game, one of the MVPs the school wished they didn’t have to graduate. He was in his second year, she knew and realized that he must be in a first-year class because he’d had too many responsibilities with his home life during his first year and was making up the classes he missed during that time.
    Her rudeness weighed heavily on her. She wondered if she should try to get in touch with Dallas somehow. The logical thing would have been to get his cell number while they were together in class but she had certainly not given him the opportunity for that.
    Rachel pondered whether or not she should text Bree first and ask for his number so that she could apologize but she wasn’t sure Bree had it. She could text Rico, but she already felt embarrassed enough and didn’t want to be further humiliated by Bree’s cousin, who could be extremely blunt. She’d just decided to wait for Bree to text her when she got a message from her.
    STILL MAD AT YOU the text said.
    She hurriedly texted back, having to backspace a lot because she kept making mistakes.
    PLEASE DON’T BE. I’M GOING TO MAKE IT UP TO HIM. PLEASE SEND ME HIS NUMBER.
    She waited a bit; her eyes focused on her phone.
    I DON’T HAVE HIS NUMBER. MEET US AT THE BAKIN’ SHOP TONIGHT AT 7. YOU BETTER MAKE UP FOR IT. SO DISAPPOINTED.
    I’M SORRY, BREE. GNA MAKE IT UP TO HIM, I PROMISE.
    YOU BETTER.
     
    She looked up from her phone with tears in her eyes. She was going to make it better. She didn’t think she could feel worse than she did about her own behavior. She was going to make sure Dallas knew it. She would beg for forgiveness if she had to. She wasn’t a rude person.
    Not all the time.
     
     

Chapter Three
    The Bakin’ Place was packed . She recognized most of the patrons from seeing them around college but didn’t know them personally. It was typical for a college town and the area she lived in . She hadn’t seen Bree at the apartment getting ready. She assumed she’d gone to Rico’s, where her aunt and uncle were.
    She opened the door and went in, looking around for her friends. She saw them sitting in one of the booths and went toward them. Bree looked up and nodded at her. She patted Rico, who was sitting next to her, on the arm and gestured for him to scoot out. He did, and Bree followed behind him, pushing him away from the booth, pointing at Rachel. Rico looked over and saw her. The look on his face told her he wasn’t mad at her, but his usual smile wasn’t there.
    Dallas saw them getting out of the booth and looked to see Rachel, too. He turned his head to look out the window as soon as he saw her. He looked like he was blushing. She wondered why he would be the one who looked embarrassed when she was the one who had made a fool of herself.
    Rachel nodded at Bree and Rico as they went toward the ordering counter. She strolled to the booth without looking around her at the other customers. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself.
    She slid into the booth across from Dallas and set her bag down next to her on the seat.
    “Hey, Dallas.” She said.
    He looked at her. “Hello, Rachel.”
    “I owe you an apology.”
    “Oh?”
    She was the one blushing now. She lowered her eyes and stared at the table in front of her. “I…” She looked back up. “I was terribly rude to you today. I…I have no excuse. I shouldn’t have jumped to