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The Boy Next Door(2)
Author: Jennifer Sucevic

A look of resolve settles over her features as she shoves her way through the sea of half-naked bodies gyrating to the music pumping on the patio. The closer she gets, the harder my heart jackhammers against my ribcage. As tempting as it is to run and hide in an effort to protect myself, I’m no longer sure that’s a possibility. It feels like a losing battle. We are like two runaway trains barreling down the same track, destined for a head-on collision. There’s no averting disaster.

Part of me wonders if I even want to.

I’ve spent so much time not only denying her but myself as well. It’s all I can think about. All I want. The closer she gets, the more my self-control wavers. With her gaze pinned to mine, she pushes her way toward me.

“Hey!” one girl huffs as she’s knocked aside.

Alyssa doesn’t bother to glance in the brunette’s direction. She’s one hundred percent focused on me. Whatever happens tonight, I know I’ll regret it in the morning, and yet, that’s not enough to prevent it from occurring.

I step away from the other girls as Alyssa halts in front of me. She cocks her head as a defiant gleam sparks to life in her eyes. I can’t help but answer the challenge and straighten to my full height, which is a good ten inches taller than she is, before looking down at her. She has to raise her chin to hold my stare.

When electricity crackles and snaps between us and the boisterous voices fade to the background, I know I’m in trouble. I’ve spent too many years denying myself the one thing I’ve always craved, and tonight, for better or worse, I’m giving in. There’s no longer a choice in the matter.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Alyssa

 

 

Spring of freshman year of college...

 

“Do you have any idea how badly I need coffee?” At this time of the morning, I’m barely coherent. A girl walking in the opposite direction knocks into me as we make our way through the throng of student traffic moving across campus. I bare my teeth, ready to snap. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Easy, tiger,” Mia soothes, latching onto my arm and towing me forward. “Unfortunately for you, we don’t have time for a pitstop.”

“Ugh.” I’m so blurry-eyed, I can barely see straight. I was up until the butt crack of dawn this morning working on a paper that is due for this class. If it had been any other instructor, I would have shown up during office hours and attempted to charm my way into a twenty-four-hour extension.

But with this guy?

No way. Professor Mendelson refuses to accept late work. Ever since I stepped foot on campus, I’ve heard horror stories about the man. And so far, I can say with absolute authority that they’re true. He’s already brought a few students to tears in front of the entire class. So, I do my best to fly under the radar where he’s concerned.

Plus, I’ve been spending a ton of extra time in the studio rehearsing a dance solo I choreographed for the annual showcase at the end of the semester. Between that and keeping up with my classes, I’m burning the candle at both ends.

“Hey, isn’t that Colton?”

Those four words are all it takes for me to blink out of the thoughts I’ve become mired in. My head jerks up so quickly that I nearly give myself whiplash as the haze clouding my eyes evaporates. “Where?”

Colton Montgomery sightings have become increasingly rare on campus. There are times when I have the sneaking suspicion that he’s deliberately avoiding me. Although, come on, that’s just crazy, right?

“Well,” Mia chuckles as we traipse along the cement pathway, “that certainly woke you up. Probably more than a straight shot of caffeine right to your veins.”

The girl isn’t wrong.

I kind of hate myself for the ridiculous infatuation I have with the blond football player. I’ve been crushing on him for three years. Deep down, I was secretly hoping there would be so many new guys at college that I would forget all about him.

That hasn’t turned out to be the case.

Sure, I’ve met a ton of people since I’ve been at Wesley. In classes, at parties, and during football games. I even broke down and let a friend talk me into a blind date with her cousin. That, by the way, turned out to be a fiasco. Not one single guy has been able to obliterate Colton from my mind.

How do you move on from someone who wants nothing to do with you? If there were some voodoo magic to make this yearning disappear, I’d conjure it up in a heartbeat.

But there isn’t. Which is exactly why I’m still lusting after the guy like a total loser.

What I need is a twelve-step program.

Like an addict, my gaze roves over the crowd before zeroing in on him like a heat-seeking missile. He’s a little taller and broader than everyone around him. His hair is cut short on the sides and left long on top so that it falls over his forehead. It’s a constant struggle to keep the golden strands out of his bright blue depths. I’ve been tempted on more than one occasion to reach out and do it for him.

That is if I could get close enough.

I narrow my eyes as hot licks of jealousy burst to life inside me. It’s not even nine o’clock in the morning and he’s already being mobbed by jersey chasers. The crowd that surrounds him has to be at least three-deep.

“I bet he’s slept with every girl on campus,” I grumble in irritation.

“Everyone but you,” my bestie oh-so-helpfully points out.

I shoot her a glare.

As if the reminder is necessary?

The one and only time we hooked up had been at a Beck Hollingsworth party. I thought for sure we’d go all the way. We’d been in the pool. The making out had turned decidedly hot and heavy. I’d taken off my top and panties in an effort to hasten things along. Don’t judge me—I’m a girl who goes after what she wants. Even though there had been more than a hundred people in attendance, the rowdy party had fallen away around us. Just when I thought we would seal the deal, Colton pulled the plug and left me high and dry.

Well, not so dry.

More like wet and frustrated.

I’ve heard many-a-story surrounding the sexual exploits of Colton Montgomery. Not a damn one of them ended with him walking away. It’s funny—in a not so amusing kind of way—that the one guy who has a reputation for being a manwhore won’t even look at me, much less have sex with me.

Go figure.

“And me, of course,” she tacks on promptly.

My jealousy melts away as I flash her a grin before looping my arm through hers.

Mia Stanbury has zero interest in meathead jocks with a penchant for sleeping with every girl they come in contact with, which means she’s definitely not into Colton or his best friend, Beck. Although, I’m pretty damn sure the dark-haired football player has a major thing for her. In fact, I have my suspicions that something might have happened between them, but Mia has never mentioned a word, no matter how much I’ve interrogated her. And you better believe that I asked all sorts of probing questions.

As we walk past Colton and his entourage, I can’t resist throwing one last look in his direction. After all, who knows when I’ll see him next. Electricity sizzles through my veins as our gazes collide. It takes everything I have to propel myself forward. Once I’m past him, the air rushes from my lungs.

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