The unofficial rules of college life are
● Don't break and enter into university buildings.
● Don't kiss your brother's best friend.
● And definitely, absolutely, do not do both in the same night.
Guess which rules I broke on Friday?
Okay, fine - I admit it. I have a crush on Alfie Spencer.
But who doesn't? He's brilliant, brooding, and looks unfairly good in black. And yes, maybe we have to spend sixty hours doing community service together after getting caught in a midnight encounter in the geology department. And okay, when he needed someone to pose as his girlfriend to escape his incredibly wealthy family's marriage plans... I said yes.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to fall for him. I'm Tara Hawkins – independent, smart and doing things my way this summer. And he's my brother's best friend, which makes him completely off-limits. Even if the way he looks at me when no one's watching makes my skin burn. Or how watching him sketch in that secret notebook of his makes me forget how to breathe. Or how this fake dating is starting to feel like the most real thing I've ever had...
Oh god. I am catastrophically, monumentally, absolutely screwed
● Don't break and enter into university buildings.
● Don't kiss your brother's best friend.
● And definitely, absolutely, do not do both in the same night.
Guess which rules I broke on Friday?
Okay, fine - I admit it. I have a crush on Alfie Spencer.
But who doesn't? He's brilliant, brooding, and looks unfairly good in black. And yes, maybe we have to spend sixty hours doing community service together after getting caught in a midnight encounter in the geology department. And okay, when he needed someone to pose as his girlfriend to escape his incredibly wealthy family's marriage plans... I said yes.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to fall for him. I'm Tara Hawkins – independent, smart and doing things my way this summer. And he's my brother's best friend, which makes him completely off-limits. Even if the way he looks at me when no one's watching makes my skin burn. Or how watching him sketch in that secret notebook of his makes me forget how to breathe. Or how this fake dating is starting to feel like the most real thing I've ever had...
Oh god. I am catastrophically, monumentally, absolutely screwed
