Read Online Faster (The University of Gatica #2) by Lexy Timms - Free Book Online

over the past two years.
    “Help me out here, I’m trying to impress you.” He grinned and pulled one of her curls. “I like the Shirley Temple look.”
    Self-consciously she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She hadn’t had time to straighten it so she took a diffuser and let it go naturally curly. “You’re my bud, Sean. You don’t have to try to impress me.”
    “Never going to be more?” He tilted his head slightly. “Than buds?”
    She gave him a hug. “I doubt it.” He made her feel so comfortable. Like there was no pressure to impress or act responsible. He was like the silly part of life everyone needed to have in a friend. “But if my feelings ever change…”
    “I’ll be the last to know?” He winked at her. “Come on, let’s get you a glass of lemonade. I hid the responsible thermos. Someone was trying to add vodka to it.” He weaved her around the crowded living room to the kitchen and pulled the thermos out of the freezer. “Nobody ever looks in there for a drink.”
    She shook her head and grabbed a plastic wine glass off the pile of new ones on the counter.
    “Aileen!” Chrissy shouted. “Can you bring those over here?”
    “Sure.” Aileen grabbed them and made her way to the tiki bar.
    “I love your dress,” Chrissy said when Aileen set the glasses on the counter. “Where did you find it?”
    “My mom bought it, actually.” She looked down at her dark blue and black simple pattern short dress. It had large tank top straps, and silver tag where the dress material bunched together. It was beautiful, she had to admit. “It’s a Michael Kors. She bought it for herself and then thought it fit too tight so she gave it to me.”
    “It’s awesome!”
    “Thanks!” She watched Chrissy mix a few drinks and helped set the glasses up so Chrissy could pour them.
    Mindy, another sprint hurdler on the team, came up. She smiled at Chrissy and just glanced at Aileen. “I’ll have a spiced rum and coke, please Chrissy.”
    “Hi,” Aileen said.
    Mindy ignored her.
    Aileen cleared her throat, unsure if she had said the word loud enough with the music blaring from the speakers.
    “Hi, Mindy.”
    Mindy glanced over at her and tapped her red manicured finger against the bar top. “I heard you the first time.”
    “Ouch,” Chrissy mumbled.
    Aileen didn’t know how to respond.
    Mindy’s finger tapped faster. “Almost done, Chrissy?”
    Chrissy set the Captain Morgan bottle down. “I don’t think I am. This is Aileen’s house. I don’t see why you need to be rude to her while trying to drink her alcohol.”
    Mindy scowled. “She got Linda kicked out of here, dislocated her shoulder and is now attempting to be the big shot hurdler.” Her head rocked side to side as she spoke. “No way! You can earn your respect on this team.”
    Aileen knew her mouth hung open. She stuttered, trying to think of a comeback to say, but nothing came to mind.
    Chrissy didn’t waste a moment. “What the hell? She didn’t wreck Linda’s shoulder. Her drunk ass did it all by herself. Jani kicked Linda out because she wasn’t paying rent. Jani had paid the last four months of Linda’s rent for her… and Linda’s on a full ride!” She glared at Mindy. “I suggest you start training out in lane eight because you sure as shit aren’t going to be in lane three, four, or five.”
    It didn’t seem possible, but Aileen’s jaw dropped further. Ouch! Lane one and eight were the slow time lanes in a hurdle race, lanes three, four and five were reserved for the fastest runners and the best lanes to see the entire race from. Double ouch!
    Mindy slapped the bar counter and spun around without saying a word.
    Aileen felt her face grow warm and suddenly became light headed.
    “You okay?” Chrissy asked, handing her a glass of coke. “Drink this, you look a bit shocked. It’ll help take the edge off.”
    Aileen took a sip and then giggled, splurting coke out of her mouth. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed a