The Best Kind of Trouble

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just got so caught up…but I really don’t want to lose you.”
     
    I swallowed hard, forcing the bile from my throat. I blinked back my tears and widened my smile. When he didn’t answer me, my face fell.  “Have I?”
     
    “Have you what?” he asked, his voice was strained.
     
    “Lost you?”
     
    Instantly, Nathan’s hands were on my face. 
     
    I wanted to cry at the familiar gesture.  His hands were warm, both rough and tender.  He leaned in close and I forced myself to stay stoic, unaffected.
     
    “Never, Face,” he whispered.  “If you want to be friends, then were friends.”
     
    He pulled back and smiled. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He broke up with me!
     
    “Don’t frown, doll face,” he said, smirking.  “You’re so much more beautiful when you smile.”
     
    I took a deep breath. “Nathan, what are you doing?”
     
    Nathan looked at me for a long moment before replying, then the smirk dropped and he blew out a breath, all his posturing suddenly disappeared.  “You’re right, Ash.  Friends.  I want to be your friend.”
     
    We stared at each other for another minute before he broke eye contact.
     
    “Want another beer?” he asked, rising from his seat.  He flashed me a forced smile.
     
    I watched him walk away, struck by a sudden realization.
     
    I might be in love with Nathan.
     
    All the emotions and feelings he stirred up inside me made everything I’d ever felt for someone else seem dull and gray. Lifeless.  Like it had all been in black and white and now—suddenly, inexplicably—I was in Technicolor.  Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.  Everything was now awash with color, clear and vibrant like hi-definition.
     
    Sharp. Vivid. Intense.
     
    My heart stuttered .  Had I just screwed everything up?   I tried to think back over the past few weeks, remembering everything Nathan had said.
     
    He’d been the one to say we needed to slow down.
     
    He’d also been the one to break up with me, to tell me he couldn’t be serious.
     
    Or casual. I reminded myself. 
     
    I didn’t know if he was just scared or he really just had to focus on football right now. Maybe he just didn’t feel as strongly about me as I did him.  Or like Katie said he was scared and needed to push me away.  Maybe it was better that we broke up now if all of those things were true.  Right?
     
    Another realization struck me then.
     
    I had to get over him.
     

Chapter 9
     
     
    The next weekend, I was determined to let loose and get over Nathan.  If I wasn’t worth it to him, then he shouldn’t be worth my mopping and crying.  Or the five pounds I gained from eating too much chocolate.
     
    I pulled on a pair of tight white shorts and a sleeveless deep purple shirt.  I left my hair down in long waves, smothered my lips in lip gloss and stepped into my nude heels. 
     
    When I walked out into the living room where Katie and three other girls, Autumn, Gina, and Tara sat.
     
    They all let out a round of catcalls when I walked in.  I grinned.
     
    I twirled and finished with a dramatic flourish, my hands lading on my hips. “So girls, where are we going tonight?” I asked.  “And if y’all say Zack’s or Beech Street I’m gonna scream.”
     
    Autumn glanced once at Katie and then looked at me mischievously.  “Austin.  My brother and his friends are going to meet us at this bar on Sixth Street.  I have the perfect guy to get over Nathan Williams.”
     
    ~000~
     
    The perfect guy ended up being Daniel Church.  He was devilishly handsome with short dark hair and warm brown eyes.
     
    “Those are some beautiful eyes, Ashley,” Daniel said after Autumn had introduced all the girls.  I flushed bright red under his intense gaze and fought the urge to giggle.  Or roll my eyes.  I wasn’t sure.
     
    After a few shots of tequila, I decided it didn’t matter.  I dragged Daniel out onto the dance floor. His hands were heavy on my hips as I moved to the

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