Bad Boy Saint (Bad Boy 1)

Celia: Oh, sorry—I'm fine. I know we planned on seeing each other again before you go, but I finally got a date with Greg. Now that I'm no longer burdened with my virginity, I have a lot of lost time to make up. I'm sure you of all people can understand that! Thanks again! Have a great time at Parris Island!

There was a long pause. I wondered if he could see through my fake happiness. Part of me hoped he did and came to the dorm to check on me. The other part, the part that wasn't a selfish bitch, hoped he shrugged it off and found some floozy he knew to divert his attention on the off-chance that he was sad.

There was no answer.

I stared at my phone for a long while, wanting oh so badly for him to text me and to see him secretly, ask him about the police report, but what would that do? If Spencer did have eyes everywhere, he'd go after Hunter, maybe cost him a place in the Marines. I hated to think of that happening, no matter how sad I was that I had to completely give up on him and no matter how horrified I was from reading the police report.

So instead of happily waiting for him to come over and pick me up for what I expected would be a night of pleasure, I lay on my bed and silently cursed Spencer. I cursed Hunter's family ties. I should have used the time to study, since I wasn't going to see Hunter, but I couldn't do it. I'd already read the same paragraph in my astronomy text three times and still didn’t understand it.

Someone else would come along who was as special as Hunter.

If I kept telling myself that lie, I might one day believe it.

Completely disheartened, I threw myself down on my bed and cried my eyes out.

THE END