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

makes me shudder. This time, Anna laughs outright, and I try to think of something to say to change the subject. I’m over talking about my love life, or lack thereof. Before I can say anything, Anna sighs. “I kinda wish Lyric were here right now. She would understand what you’re going through, and be better equipped to help you deal with this. It was only like two years ago she found her no good lying ass fiancé in bed with someone who wasn’t her. Remember that?”
    “Yeah, but I don’t want to bother her with this. She’s happy now. David’s the perfect boyfriend, the kind they write romance novels about. She doesn’t need me dragging that shit up again because I’m hung up on a guy who doesn’t feel that way about me.
    Anna smiles. “She’s good. Lyric is exactly where she should be. I miss her though; when she moved in it was like we were back in college.” My sister, the lucky b-word, got to go to college in New York City. She and Lyric were roommates from the beginning and became really close friends. I could have gone farther away for college, but stupid me only applied where Max did, too worried he’d forget me and fall in love with someone who wasn’t me if I went somewhere else. Considering we’re sophomores and he still hasn’t noticed me, making that choice was as idiotic, and my parents and sister tried to tell me it was.
    Word of advice for all women: If he doesn’t notice you’re a girl after four years, he’s never going to fall in love with you. Maybe it’s the fact that I was so tongue-tied around him at first, so awestruck and in love at first sight. I was firmly in the friend zone before I realized it happened, and I’ve never been able to get out.
    Anna and I continue to discuss Lyric, her boyfriend, and how things are going with his sister SarahBeth who just had a baby. She’s the same age as Clay and Emmett, so I don’t know her well. But, from what I’ve heard, she’s devious when she needs to be. Maybe I should get some pointers from her on how to end up with the guy I want.
    The drive to our parents’ only takes about twenty minutes. They live on the outskirts of Belle Meade, a very old, very expensive neighborhood. Unlike a lot of my friends, my parents are not wealthy since mom’s a high school teacher, and dad is a construction foreman. However, my mom comes from money, and the house they’ve lived in my entire life was purchased mostly with her trust fund in order to keep the mortgage manageable.
    My mother, being the woman she is, is standing on the front steps waiting for us. Her arms are folded across her chest, eyes narrowed, a look that’s hilarious considering she’s wearing a tartan skirt that comes just past her knees, paired with a fuzzy grey sweater and black flats. All she needs is a tight bun and some glasses and she’ll be able to pull off the mean librarian look, especially with the look she’s giving us when we get out of the car.
    We don’t even make it up to the door before she starts. “Well, well, well. Katrina finally remembered she has parents! It’s going to snow tonight for sure.” Oh jeez. It’s clear to see where Anna gets her sarcastic personality. Anna snorts beside me, trying unsuccessfully to hide her amusement.
    “Shut up,” I mutter, elbowing her in the side, or attempting to. She expects it, so she darts to the side to avoid me. Mom’s raised eyebrow effectively chastises me for being mean to my older sister and I drop my eyes, looking down at my feet as we reach the house.
    Anna drapes her arm across my shoulder and squeezes me in a side hug. “Aw mom, give her a break. Kat’s had a rough afternoon.”
    “Oh?” my mother questions, concern replacing her sarcasm.
    I wish I could sink into the ground when Anna explains. “She has a class with Clay this semester.” I chance a look up, and Mom is grimacing. She’s had to console me way too many times after Clay said something hateful. She starts to reach for me, but