No Easy Choices (A New Adult Romance) by Trista Cade Read Free Book Online

sooner. I’m really sorry.” Not. Nothing going on in that house could compare to what Javier and his tongue could do. Besides, the looks on their faces and the curlers in their hair kind of screamed, “We weren’t having anywhere NEAR as much fun as you were!” I started to walk past Quinn and head to my room.
                  “Just so you know, we had a meeting tonight about your little rebellious stunt. We voted. You’re on probation, Andrea.” Quinn smiled and crossed her arms, waiting for me to dissolve in a puddle of tears and plead for reinstatement to full sisterhood. Not going to happen.
                  It’s been a long time since I had to defend myself. Sure, the artsy kids get picked on a little bit in high school, but we were a small town. There were fewer kids in the popular crowd than there were kids in the band. We didn’t suffer too much just because of our sheer numbers. It also helped that my daddy was somebody kind of famous and more than a little bit large. There had been a few run-ins where ugly words were said, but that was it. This fight in me had been a long time coming.
                  I turned around slowly and walked towards her, pleased when she shrunk back for just a second before remembering that she was a senior and the sorority president. I came close enough to her that she could hear the fury in my quiet voice.
                  “It’s ANDIE. I realize you’re having a lot of trouble remembering that, but my name is Andie. It’s not short for Andrea, in fact, it’s not short for anything. I’m named after my grandfather who was killed by a lynch mob when he came to the South to help blacks register to vote during the Civil Rights movement. I guess rebelling against stupid, narrow-minded rules is something that runs in my family.” I sauntered off casually, forcing myself to keep it together until I was out of sight of the other sisters.
                  I had never been put on probation for anything, least of all spending a delicious few hours making out with a gorgeous and intelligent Latin American guy. I’d never even gotten detention in school! But now here I was, a rebel. And I liked it.
                  Kennedy? Not so much. She threw open the door to our room, pulled me inside, and checked the hallway frantically to see if anyone had followed me.
                  “Where have you been?! They had a meeting and everything! You’re on probation!” She hissed that last word like it had magical powers, never to be spoken aloud. She looked like she was ready to cry over the sheer indignation of it all.
                  “Let me ask you a question. What time, exactly, was this meeting?” I asked innocently.
                  “I dunno, after dinner sometime. Why?”
                  “So, I was on probation before I broke curfew. Right?”
                  Kennedy narrowed her eyes for only a second before the realization hit her square in the face. “What are you saying?”
                  “I’m saying,” I answered, going to my bed, flopping down on top of the covers, and putting my hands behind my head, “that their little meeting took place before I missed curfew. I’m not being called on the carpet for being late, I’m in trouble with the secret society for going out on that date in the first place. And I think you know something about that, don’t you?”
                  “I...don’t know what you’re implying,” she said, sniffling and heading over to her desk, the one she had turned into a makeup vanity since she didn’t plan to actually do any studying, and picked up a bottle of lotion to start applying to her elbows. “But I have never roomed with a sister who was put on probationary status. It’s humiliating.”
                  “You’ve only ever roomed with one other sister, it’s