Free Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2) by Nella Tyler

TROWING
LOVE #2
    By Nella
Tyler

 
    This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 
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© 2015 Nella Tyler

 
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    Chapter One

 
    I stirred cream in my coffee and
watched it swirl together to make a creamy drink that used to cheer me up
instantly. Coffee wasn't going to cut it this time, however. In fact, I had
never wished more than to have a shot of whiskey at that moment. I looked up
and found Connie staring across the table at me with a look of concern.
    We were sitting at table by the
windows in the local coffee shop we often haunted in between classes. She had
taken me there after I had freaked out in the hallway.
    “We really should have gone for
something a little stronger.”
    Connie half smiled. “Yeah, sorry,
my bad. I sorta panicked when I saw you sobbing in the hallway. We can go get
one if you want.”
    “No, it's okay, the coffee will
do for now. But tonight may be another story.”
    “Well, we'll take things one hour
at a time. I'm fine for day beers if you want, so you just let me know.”
    I smiled. There was my friend. I
knew I could count on her. I was completely mortified after finding out I was
on the cover of my own newspaper. I wanted to strangle someone, anyone, for
putting me through that. How could I have been so stupid as to get myself
involved in a situation that was going to lead to ridicule?
    Seeing myself on the cover of the
paper was almost too much to bear. I had never thought that I would be the
subject of gossip. Hey, maybe when I was a sportscaster, but now in college, I
wasn't exactly the kind of girl that made news. But that had all changed
because of one stupid date.
    “How did this happen to me,
Connie? I don't even know what to think right now.”
    “I don't blame you.”
    “I want to be mad. But how can I
be? It's really my own fault. I shouldn't have gotten involved in the first
place.”
    “Seriously? I think you're taking
this really well, all things considered.”
    “What you mean?”
    “Well after reading the article,
which by the way is awful, I just don't understand why you are not angrier
about the person who wrote it. It's disgusting and to think it came out of the
newspaper you write for. Who was this person that wrote the article?”
    The newspaper was still sitting
there in front of us – laying there on the table between us like a
reminder everything that I had done wrong in the past year. I wasn't sure what
to think of it, but just looking at it made my stomach turn. When we had got to
the coffee shop, Connie had read the article in full and she practically
growled the whole time she was reading it. I couldn't blame her; I was pretty
upset about the whole thing myself. I felt the whole thing was out of my hands,
however, I had put myself in the situation. Now it was a matter of getting
myself out.
    “I need you to get the paper out
of my face. It’s driving me crazy.”
    Connie looked down at the paper,
embarrassed. “Yeah, of course. No problem.”
    She got up from the table and
took the newspaper to the garbage can to toss inside. It wasn't about to be
something that I kept as a souvenir. In fact, all it really made me want to do
was die.
    “Who wrote that stupid thing?”
Connie said as she sat back down at the table.
    “It's this girl name Rebecca.
She's actually really nice. I've worked with her and usually she is very good
at research. I've never known her to make a mistake before. Maybe she was under
a tight deadline and thought she had everything she needed. I don't know what
to