Looking for Trouble (Nashville U Book 1) by Stacey Mosteller Read Free Book Online

wants to do for his senior year. Preparations start in March, but with his baseball commitments as well as Spring preparation for next year’s Football season, he wants to start as soon as possible. This is the Mitchell son who should take over the family business, not me. High School? I was the kid doing as little as possible and paying people to do my homework. Linc? He’s the kid other people would pay to do their homework.
    When dinner’s over, Max says he needs to get back to school. What he really means is that he wants to go find Kat. Mom’s lecture worked, and now he feels like a cocksucker. So, he’s going to go find her and grovel for her forgiveness. I hope she makes him beg for a while. Mom’s eyes light up with approval when she smiles at him, before giving me a look that says why can’t you be more like your brother ? I’m the oldest, but sometimes I feel like they think I’m the youngest when it comes to maturity.

 
    Kat
     
     
    As soon as we get in the car, Anna looks over at me and the questions begin. “Wanna tell me what that was all about?”
    “Max decided to take a page out of Clay’s book,” I say with a shrug. If I act like it doesn’t hurt, maybe it won’t. “He was supposed to pick me up after my last class so we could eat and dissect this semester’s professors, but he didn’t show. In a weird twist, Clay acted like an actual human being, offering to give me a ride to their apartment after I was unlucky enough to end up with him in one of my classes. When I got there, Max was otherwise occupied, and I wanted to leave.” I’m trying to act like it’s no big deal, but I’m failing miserably. My throat closes up and it feels like there’s a huge lump inside. To my horror, my eyes start to burn and I feel tears starting to build. I don’t want to cry over him. Maxwell Mitchell doesn’t deserve my tears. Not after what he pulled today.
    Deep down, I know Max doesn’t feel for me the way I do for him. I just keep hoping that one day he’ll wake up and realize he loves me too. I’ve been waiting since freshman year of high school for him to notice I’m a girl, but he never seems to. I don’t know what it is about me that screams just a friend , but that’s all I’ve ever been to him. It’s becoming clear that friends is all we’re ever going to be, so I need to move on. I need to figure out how to just be his friend, to bury my emotions when I’m around him. Until I can, I’m going to have to stay away from him. Having a class with and working on a project with Clay means that’s going to be difficult. We can’t spend all our time in my dorm room, and I’m fairly certain the library will explode if he sets foot inside.
    “Otherwise occupied,” Anna muses. Turning to me, her eyes widen and her mouth drops open a little. I’m just thankful we’re at a red light, because her eyes are so not on the road right now. “Are you saying he was boinking some girl?” See? Totally Clay in female form. I nod. “What an asshole,” she mutters.
    My first instinct is to defend him, but she’s right. Bringing some random girl—she was a random girl, right?—home, when he knows he’s supposed to be meeting me, is definitely an asshole thing to do. “I uh, left before they were done.” I admit sheepishly. My sister’s reaction would have been much different. Her next words prove it.
    “You left before he was done? Ugh. Kat,” she shakes her head, disappointed with my non-confrontational ways. “You so should have walked into his room and been like ‘what up bitches!’ Can you imagine the look on his face if you’d walked in on his two minutes of pleasure? He’d never be able to get hard without thinking of you.” She snickers, imagining what he’d look like if that happened. I have to grin too, because he would have been horrified.
    With a shake of my head, I tell her, “What up bitches will never be the way I greet someone. Ever.” Just the thought of it