On The Floor (Second Story) by Jennifer LaCross Read Free Book Online

is starting to infuriate me. “Hey! Just because I’ve never had a casual hook-up doesn’t mean I’m innocent. And even if I was, what does it matter? Why are you teasing me about it?” I say getting louder and louder with each word, my face red with anger. While I was talking to him, I stood up out of the chair and I am now standing in front of him while he sits silent on his bed.
    He looks apologetic. He sets his guitar to the side and pulls me so that I am sitting next to him on his bed. We are facing each other as he continues to hold my hands. “I like that about you. I knew from that dance that you weren’t a one-time thing. You are too special for that. And the more I see you, the more I realize how good you are. Too good for me.” Then his voice drops so quietly that I almost don’t hear him. “I’m not good enough…”
    “Jake,” I say. He is breaking my heart with the look on his face. With his words. Why does he think he isn’t good enough?
    “Rachel.” We look into each other’s eyes. He looks so sad. I want to take his sadness away. I reach up and touch my hand to his cheek.
    Right when I am about to tell him that he is good enough, his eyes harden and he pulls my hand from his face. He sits back and clears his throat. “You would want more than a fuck from me and I don’t want anything more than that from you,” he says bluntly. Then he picks up his guitar and starts playing again, trying to end our conversation.
    “Jake, I don’t want anything from you but friendship,” I lie. “So if you ever need to talk about anything, I’m right across the hall. Open door policy,” I say smiling. I know he was trying to hurt me with what he said. There is something behind the sadness that was in his eyes.
    “Yeah whatever. See you later, Rachel.”
    “Yeah. Thanks for distracting me from my writer’s block. I should probably go try and finish my paper before all of those rowdy freshmen get back, huh?”
    “Probably a good idea.” He hasn’t looked back up at me since he picked up his guitar and his face still has that hardened look to it.
    I go back into my room and shut the door. I sit at my desk and close my laptop. There is no way I will be able to do homework right now. I have too much to think about.
    For the rest of the night my thoughts are on Jake. I keep picturing the sadness in his eyes, wondering what it was that broke him. Wondering if I could be the one who can put him back together.

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    My Saturday is spent finishing my paper, reading, doing loads of laundry, and looking forward to my night out with Jenna.
    She went out last night and I received a text at three in the morning telling me she had found her new man. That means I’ll be saddled with the friend tonight. I am almost positive.
    Sure enough, earlier this evening I get a message telling me to be ready at eight to go to Sound and that her new guy, Jeff, has a friend he is bringing. Yay.
    It’s seven thirty and I’m looking for something to wear while I dance to the playlist my little sister made for me. She is a big One Direction fan, so needless to say most of the songs on here are by them. Throw in some Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, and Taylor Swift and you have my Getting Ready Mix , as my sister has titled it.
    I throw on a pair of tight straight-legged jeans and gold tube top with a sweetheart neckline. I plug my curling iron in and start doing my make-up when my phone alerts me to a text message. I pick it up and read that Jenna will be down here in twenty minutes. I finish my smoky eye make-up, put nude gloss on my lips, and curl my hair into loose waves deciding to wear it down tonight. I choose gold chandelier earrings to match my top and put on my gold peep-toe heels. I check the mirror and I am very pleased with my look for the night. Maybe Jeff’s friend will be able to get my mind off of Jake.
    I’ve got about five minutes until Jenna should be here. What Makes You Beautiful by One