Free Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) by Kelly Clark Page B

written all over his face.
     
    At the end of the day, Rachel met Bree by the little coffee shop on the corner where they always met up. Bree got coffee, anyway . Rachel enjoyed an iced green tea chai latte. She saw Bree already sitting at their normal table. Her friend had ordered her drink as well and was sitting with her head down, and her eyes focused on her phone. Her thumb was moving at a quick rate over the surface of it. Bree didn’t look up until Rachel slid into the chair opposite her. When she looked up, Rachel was slightly taken aback by the angry look on her friend’s normally joyful face. She ’d only seen Bree upset one time in the past year. She raised her eyebrows.
    “What’s up, Bree?”
    “What did you say to Dallas?”
    Rachel blinked, swallowing. “I…I’m sorry? You mean in anatomy and physiology today?”
    Bree leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. “Look, we’ve been friends for a long time now, Rachel. I know you pretty well. I have to say I was stunned to hear that you were so incredibly rude to Dallas earlier. Rico told me all about it. I couldn’t even defend you! What were you thinking? Why were you so rude to him?”
    “I…” Rachel blushed furiously. “I just know that…well, I mean, we were paired up for an assignment, and I know that he never does any of his work and all of his time is devoted to football. He doesn’t bring his books to class; he isn’t getting an A…sometimes he doesn’t even show up, I mean, it doesn’t seem like he’s very dedicated to medicine. It’s like he can only think about football.”
    Bree huffed and looked at Rachel, shaking her head. “That shows how much you know, Rachel.” She grabbed her drink in one hand and her bag in the other and stood up. She leaned over to finish what she was saying, looking into Rachel’s shocked eyes directly. She pointed her index finger at Rachel, jabbing the air as she spoke. “Dallas is a nice guy . He’s no dumb jock . I’ll have you know that the reason he sometimes doesn’t make it or is tired or doesn’t seem to be focused on the work is because he takes care of his grandma who has Alzheimer’s. She’s in the last stages, and sometimes she doesn’t even know who he is, and because he’s so big, he scares her so he has to be really gentle and patient with her. He can’t just drop those responsibilities for his classes …or his football! You really hurt his feelings, Rachel! I’m sorry, but I really don’t feel like talking to you right now. I’ll text you later.” She stomped away.
    Rachel stood up, putting one hand out to her friend. “Wait, I didn’t know!”
    Bree spun around and continued walking backwards , sending eye darts at Rachel. “The fact that you didn’t bother to find out is what bothers me so much, Rache. You shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and been so…ugh, so rude !!” She spun back around and stomped off. This time, Rachel was left behind. She sat down and put her head in her hands, ashamed.
     
    For the rest of the day, Rachel thought about what she’d done. She couldn’t think about anything else or get the disappointment in herself out of her mind. She hadn’t even considered that Dallas might have some noble reason to be away from class or to not pay attention to his studies. On a more positive note, the thought crossed her mind that he must have really been a natural at football because he was a star in the game, one of the MVPs the school wished they didn’t have to graduate. He was in his second year, she knew and realized that he must be in a first-year class because he’d had too many responsibilities with his home life during his first year and was making up the classes he missed during that time.
    Her rudeness weighed heavily on her. She wondered if she should try to get in touch with Dallas somehow. The logical thing would have been to get his cell number while they were together in class but she had certainly not given him the opportunity