Read Online Fall Into Forever by Beth Hyland - Free Book Online

lecture.
    “With the new quarter, you’re starting new classes and meeting new people.”
    “Yeah, and your point is…?”
    She huffs. “Hello?”
    “New people. As in guys?”
    “Of course I mean guys. Do you want that to be the first impression they have of you?”
    I fold the ribbing on the sleeve of my sweatshirt to cover up the stain, then fold the other one to match. “See? All better.”
    She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. What if you run into Jon Priestly or someone equally hot?”
    I grab the brush from my desk and throw it at her. “My run this morning kicked my butt and I’m too lazy to do any more than what you see here. Besides, I’m not going to run into him, or any other hot guy for that matter. And if I do, I’ll just walk on by because I’m not looking for a hookup buddy.”
    I have no intention of repeating how I was down in LA when I visited my best friend Deena. In those few weeks, I slept with more guys than I’d been with the entire time I lived in Lincoln Falls. Which sounds impressive (or slutty, depending on how you look at it) but wasn’t all that much, because there were exactly two guys in high school.
    And because I know you’re curious, they were:
    1) Arturo De Luca, AKA smoking hot exchange student from Italy. (Yeah, I lost my virginity to a guy with an accent, which I have to admit is way better than Deena and obsessed gamer Perry Rogers on the floor of his parents’ basement. When she snuck over to my house that night to tell me about it, I actually plucked a Cheeto out of her hair.)
    2) Chase Marquette, AKA all-time leading scorer for the Red Devils football team. Blond hair, blue eyes, and totally gorgeous. The darling of Lincoln Falls. Everyone loved him. Including me, or so they tell me. But honestly, I don’t remember ever loving him.
    Cassidy’s phone beeps. As she’s reading the message, I look at my face in the mirror again and decide she’s right about the mascara. Grabbing it out of my makeup bag, I put on a few coats.
    “Oh my God,” she says, looking at her phone.
    “What?”
    She scrambles to open her laptop. “More tickets went on sale for Sasquatch. A bunch of people are road-tripping over there and camping the whole weekend. Do you want to go? I’m going to buy tickets right now.”
    “Sasquatch? The music festival?”
    “Yeah, it’s on Memorial Day weekend at the Gorge.” Seeing the confusion on my face, she adds, “That’s an outdoor concert venue in eastern Washington on the Columbia River. Google it. It’s really cool. They’ll post the line up in a few weeks, but in the past they’ve had bands like Mumford and Sons, The Lumineers, Vampire Weekend, and Arctic Monkeys.”
    I’ve been to plenty of concerts, but I’ve never been to a music festival before. “When do you need to know?”
    “Like ASAP. I fucked up and didn’t get tickets when they first went on sale. I can’t even believe they released more. If you want, I can buy them and you can pay me back.”
    “How much are they?”
    Her fingers fly over the keys. “Three hundred bucks and change. But that’s for the whole weekend and it includes camping.”
    “For one person or is that for two tickets?”
    “No, it’s per person.”
    I chew on my lip as I think about it. That’s a lot of money. I’ll have to check my account to see if I can swing it. “And you need to know now?”
    “Yeah. These won’t last.” Her fingers are poised above the Buy button. “If you want, I can buy them now and if you can’t go, I’m sure I won’t have any problem selling your ticket.”
    “If you’re sure you’re okay with that…”
    “No problem. I’m just using some of my Christmas money anyway, so it’s no big deal.” Before I can say anything else, she stabs the Buy button with a manicured fingernail. “Done.” Then she rubs her hands together gleefully, like a villain planning an evil plot. “It’s going to be so much fun.”
    While Cassidy showers, I grab the book I