British Bad Boys by Ilsa Madden-Mills EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ilsa Madden-Mills
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Two years later
sweat dripped down my neck as I tucked blond hair behind my ears
and groaned in the hot sun. It was Friday afternoon in Raleigh,
North Carolina, and the only day I had to move into my new
apartment before junior year started on Monday. “Welcome back to
Whitman University,” I muttered as I pulled yet another box out of the
trunk of my beat up Camry.
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For only being twenty years old, I’d accumulated a lot of stuff.
Most of it consisted of jewelry making supplies and books except for
my furnishings, which I’d inherited from Granny Bennett when she’d
passed this summer. A beige and green plaid couch, a kitchen table with
ducks painted on the top, an old bedroom suite, and a collection of
crocheted doilies in various colors was my inheritance from her. Not
exactly Ethan Allen, but it had a certain style.
“Your apartment looks like an eighty-year-old cat lady lives here,”
Shelley called down to me as she popped her head out of my apartment to
peer down over the railing at me. My bestie since prep school, she was a
privileged rich girl, a sharp contrast to my own wrong-side-of-the-tracks
upbringing, but she’d been there for me through everything. Even Colby.
Her red hair had gotten fuzzy in the humidity, but it didn’t detract from her
prettiness. She pinched her nose and made a scrunchy face. “And it kinda
stinks.”
“Stop your complaining and get your butt down here to help. I’m
melting in this heat,” I said.
She snorted and made her way down the metal stairway. “You and your
fair skin. If you’d get out of the house now and then, you might get some
color. But no … all you do is study and work at the bookstore. You
probably have more colors of highlighters than you have dating prospects.
Not to mention, you go to the library so much people think you work
there.”
I grinned. “I’m not that bad. I see people in class. I even talk to them
sometimes.”
She lowered her head at me. “Get real. If it wasn’t for me forcing you to
go out with me—like tonight—you’d hole up here and eat ramen noodles
for the rest of your college career.”
“Meh, sometimes I eat pizza.”
She sent me a smirk and grabbed one of the boxes at my feet. We
waddled back up the staircase and came to a stop at apartment 2B on the
second floor. A two-bedroom with a balcony and a bathroom, it felt like a
mansion compared to the dorm room I’d lived in all last year. I was on the
corner and facing the setting sun, and I only had one neighbor on my left,
2A.
As if on cue, the thump of loud rap music blasted from next door.
I listened. Was that Eminem?
“That’s loud and obnoxious,” Shelley said. “Maybe it won’t be as quiet
here as you think.”
I tried to be optimistic. “So? It’s two in the afternoon, not two in the
morning.”
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