Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 by Isabelle Peterson Read Free Book Online

puked up next to nothing in my stomach. Or maybe it was the stress of the past week. I have never handled stress well. But I was an adult now. I had better learn to get my shit together.
    I cleaned up and returned to the table.
    “Okay, so Dickwad Danny. Continue,” she said, picking up our conversation right where we had left off.
    So I launched into the screwed up events of my freshman year with Danny. I would have shown her pictures of how freakin’ gorgeous he is on my phone, if I hadn’t deleted all of them when he broke my heart in early April. I told her how sweet he was in the beginning, how all the girls were always after him, and I even told her how amazing he was in the sack without going into detail. Finally I told her how I’d learned of his whorish ways. Against my wishes, I nearly started to cry when I told Jenny about what an ass he’d been.
    “In your dorm room? In your bed? With two girls?” she asked, her perfect eyebrows raised high on her forehead.
    “Well, you know, his room was already being used by his roommate and his roommate’s girlfriend, so where else was he to go?” I replied with mock sincerity, hoping that I could laugh away the tears. It worked, mostly.
    “What did you do?”
    “The wimpy part of me wanted to back out of the room and not say a word, but I snapped. I started screaming. I don’t even really remember what I said. But when he asked if I wanted to join in and that one of the girls had always found me attractive—I went batshit crazy. I grabbed their piles of clothes, and left. I sat in the commons area surrounded by friends until Dickwad and his bimbos came looking for me, all three of them wrapped in pink flowery sheets from my bed. They became quite the laughing stocks for many, but some of my so-called friends stayed friends with him because he’s from a wealthy family and they had all planned to go to Daytona Beach for spring break to stay at his parent’s house there. I was supposed to go with them, but changed plans and came to visit my mother who was in New York at the time.”
    “That’s too bad that he spoiled your Spring Break like that.”
    “Yeah, well, I had way more fun than any of them. Apparently it rained for most of the time, and Danny had picked up a certain ‘pest’ from the bimbos.”
    “Pest?” Jenny asked.
    “Crabs,” I said, trying to contain my laughter. I was unsuccessful and, again, Jenny and I were howling like a couple of hyenas.
    “Are you not hungry?” Jenny asked, pointing at my poked around plate.
    “Not very. I thought I was, but I’m having some tummy troubles. A lot going on lately, I guess. And on top of that, I ate a couple of sticks of grilled chicken from a food cart I passed the other day.”
    “Not all the food trucks are bad. In fact, some are fantastic! I’ll teach you what to look for with the good ones.”
    “Yeah, my neighbor also warned me. Lesson learned,” I smiled back.
    I made it back to my apartment around seven that night completely exhausted, but I felt that my first day was more or less a success. I put my leftovers in the fridge, popped off my shoes and fell asleep on the sofa watching Mario Lopez on Access Hollywood at only seven-forty or so in the evening.

CHAPTER 6

    T uesday started out great, despite my sleeping on the sofa. I guess almost ten hours of sleep can negate anything. The alarm on my phone had been set and did its thing, waking me at 5:30am. I showered, dressed, and arranged my long blonde hair a bit more stylishly than I had the day before, still feeling a bit self-conscious from Erin and Jade’s comments yesterday, twisting, knotting and pinning my hair into a bun low on my head. I also took a bit more time with my makeup, accentuating my favorite feature, my eyes.
    Jenny had shown me which subways to take to work so I could save time and money on cab fare. Feeling like a rebel by disregarding my dad’s directive to not take the subways, I decided to give it a go.