Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Now, my social media feels like a burden, with my dad constantly hovering over my shoulder. I don't even know how much money I make these days ever since he took over, and he hardly talks about the deals he gets for me. I mean, there have been a few deals that he's very insistent on me doing—like the company I need to make a video for that he's reminding me about yet again now—but I never know the true ins and outs for why they're important and how much they pay me. I know he has my best interest at heart and is only trying to look out for me, but sometimes I wish he could just be my dad instead of my manager.
I force a small smile and nod, ducking away from his hands as he continues to mess with my hair. "I will, Dad. Things just got a little hectic yesterday with homework, so it slipped my mind. I'll do it after class. Promise."
"Good girl." He leans forward and presses a kiss against my forehead. "Well, you may want to get going. You don't want to be late."
I give him a short nod, quickly making my way out of the house. As soon as I'm in the safe confines of my car, I release a long breath. I look up to see my father watching me from the window as he usually does when I'm leaving, his face neutral and clear of any kind of emotion. After a brief stare off, I start my car, back out of the driveway, and head to my first class.
Even though being at home isn't where I want to be, school isn't any better. The minute I step on campus, I'm bombarded with multiple people talking to me, wanting pictures, requesting shout-outs on Instagram or one thing or another. I keep my head down and walk quickly toward the English building, just barely missing running into someone.
"I'm starting to believe that you just like running into me," an amused voice says when they grab my arms to stabilize me. I look up to see Trent smirking at me, a grin slipping onto my face as I gather my composure.
"And I'm starting to believe that you like being in my way," I reply. "But honestly, sorry about that. I guess I was in too much of a hurry."
"Are you late or something?" He looks at his watch, then back to me with a raised brow. "It's not even eight yet."
I glance around at the passing people, a couple of people speaking to me while giving Trent odd looks. I drop my eyes to the concrete sidewalk and shake my head.
"No, I just...wanted to get away from all the noise," I murmur, just as another small group of girls pass and wave at me. Trent waits until they're far enough away before he turns his attention back to me.
"I can understand that. Having a million people trying to talk to me before I've had coffee would set me off, too."
My gaze moves back up to his handsome face. Today, he's wearing a graphic T-shirt with an unfamiliar band on it and a pair of dark denim jeans that hint at the muscles in his legs. His messy hair flutters in the light wind, his cologne notes trailing on the breeze that envelops me and fills me with warmth. I hardly know this guy, but he's so comfortable to be around, so...normal.
"Mind if I walk you to class?" he says, breaking the trance I seem to have fallen into.
I blink, my cheeks warming when I meet his knowing grin. "Um, yeah. That's fine," I stammer. We fall in step together along the sidewalk, and I rack my brain for something useful to say.
"Um...so what class do you have this morning?" I finally ask.
"No class this morning. I was actually heading to the library to study for a few hours before my afternoon class."
"This early in the morning?" I scoff. "There's no way I'd be up this early just to study, especially if it requires me to leave the house."
He chuckles. "Not a morning person?"
"Not if I don't have to be," I respond with a shrug. "But it shows your commitment to your studies, which is actually pretty cool. Not many people have that discipline."
"I guess." His gaze falls on me, and for a split second, it's almost as if I'm the only thing in his universe. "Or maybe I just have more of an incentive to get up early."
I giggle and shake my head. "Maybe it's all the girls in your fan club you met yesterday," I tease. "Sure you're not going to the library to meet with someone?"
He places a hand on his chest and stumbles a bit. "Morgan, you wound me. I thought we were becoming friends, and here you are, tarnishing my pure reputation with your accusations," he states dramatically.