Hello my lovely readers! As Royally Flushed is teaching it's climax, I have started a new story that I will post once this book is finished, and since that will probably be in the next two weeks, I thought I'd give you all an exclusive first look at the first chapter of Fame!
Chapter One:
She was ridiculously popular.
A freshman at our state college and she was already one of the most sought after females in the entire school...so of course the universe declared that she shall be my roommate.
Oh, joy.
They paired the most attention seeking girl with the one who was trying the most to blend into the background and basically be invisible, almost like the world was having one big old laugh at my expense.
Har har, not funny!
Dark chocolate luscious hair and warm caramel skin, she was the epitome of gorgeous and I would have praised her on that fact had the first words out of her mouth not have been, "This side is mine, that's yours. If you stay on your side and don't bug me then we'll be good. Kay? Kay."
Blair Sorensen was in a class all her own, and I would have sworn she would have made the perfect sorority sister but according to one of her conversations that I'd eavesdropped on, her parents didn't want her to join a sorority her first year to focus on her schoolwork and not goofing around with a bunch of girls.
I had to admit that although sororities could be misconstrued to be party groups, they did do a lot of charitable work and were good for communities and I had thought once upon a time of joining my mom's alma mater, Kappa Theta Delta, but that was a lifetime ago. That was before I lost Ryan.
Her eyes zeroed in on me once again, and although we were already two weeks into school, she still filled me with a little bit of fear and uneasiness, and I hated that she could do that to me.
"Felicity, is this your yogurt in the fridge?"
I looked her point blank in her dark brown eyes and thought, here we go again.
"I'm the only one of us who buys it so yes, that would be mine."
She flipped her shoulder length hair around her and snapped a laser focused glare on me. I groaned and rolled my eyes internally as she began her speech.
"You know this yogurt is three days past expiration. If you keep leaving expired foods in the fridge they're gonna stink up everything! I always tell you this and you- are you even listening to me? Ugh, I so need a new roommate."
Me too, sistah.
"Look, if it's expired just throw it out, don't yell at me like I'm your mom. Are we done here? I have studying to do."
She huffed and straightened her Brandy Melville top, a designer she made sure I knew the name of when I complimented it one time, and began to clean up, making obnoxious noise as she did so.
"I'm going to the library."
I grabbed my book bag and tossed a glare over my shoulder as I left.
The people meandering in the hallway were all huddled around their phones so they didn't have to suffer the wrath of my angry stare, or as my best friend Daphne had named it, my resting bitch face.
I heard the obnoxious sounds of trendy music being danced to on popular social media even though I tried with all my might to ignore it.
His songs always got stuck in my head, almost like he was taunting me with his music.
Sawyer Reeves' song, "Waiting on Lonely" was blasting through every girl's phone speakers on my entire walk to the library and I almost bashed my head into a wall but finally perked up when I saw Daphne sitting alone at a circular table in the library.
We went to the biggest university in the entire state of Arizona, and the library hardly had an empty table, but if left to me or Daphne, we'd find one.
Extroverted when we were together but introverts apart, we fit together like pieces of a puzzle and I wouldn't have survived even the first day of college without my high school best friend.
My second high school, not my first. She didn't know about that part of my life yet, and I wasn't sure I ever wanted her to know...I knew she secretly harbored a fan girl crush on Sawyer Reeves and I couldn't handle it if she were to look at me differently because of my connection to him.
I shivered in disgust when remembering said connection and I was more than angry at myself for only getting a full ride scholarship to the one school that was closest to him, but it was the only place I could go to completely free based off of my academics.
They'd said I could've had a musical scholarship elsewhere if I'd wanted, but I wasn't about to go down that road again, not again. I couldn't think about it or else the breath would evade my lungs and the spots behind my eyes would black out all light and my heart would-
Stop. Breathe. In and out. Block it out, block it all out.
I traipsed over to Daphne and draped an arm around her shoulders, surprising her out of her studying reverie.
"Hey girl," she began, her short copper hair swinging around as she pulled her headphones out of her ears.
"Hey, thought I'd come bother you. Blair was being...well, Blair," I said, taking my seat across from her.
"You're fine, I totally get it. I wish we would've been assigned as roommates, but my RA was a total bitch when I brought it up to her."
"Ugh tell me about it. At least we're in the same building."
"Right. Hey, did you hear the news?"
I braced myself.
"No, what?"
"Well apparently Sawyer Reeves' little sister goes to this school!"
I did know this, and I'd been doing my absolute best to avoid her as best as I could.
"Oh really? That's cool I guess," I said calmly, feigning nonchalance.
"Yes! And everyone thinks it's Sienna from our Monday Wednesday and Friday Psychology class but I don't see her anywhere on his Instagram! Although you never see anything personal on his social media anyway..."
I let her ramble on about his social presence even though I secretly knew everything about it, but I was not about to let her know that. She knew how far my hatred for him ran when it came to his music but not him as a person, of course.
I knew his sister, had grown up around her as she was in my grade. Sawyer was a year ahead of us but for some reason I had latched onto him as my resident best friend. They were our next door neighbors and I was positive we would be best friends forever.
Guess the joke was on me, then.
Amelia, or Amy, wasn't in any of my classes thankfully and I had only spotted her across campus a handful of times and each time I tucked my tail and ran the opposite way.
I did not need her telling Sawyer that I was at her school, he might get angry and demand that I drop out or something outrageous. Not that I would actually do what he said but still, he didn't need to know my whereabouts and I made sure to keep my social on the down low about it all as well, never tagging my location and if I was ever tagged I'd immediately delete it.
Not that I thought Sawyer cared enough to look me up, but just in case he did...
Daphne was staring at me with a blank look on her face.
"Sorry, got lost in my thoughts about my upcoming Psych paper. What'd you say?"
"I was saying that everyone thinks he'll do a college show as part of his tour where the only people allowed are students and faculty, just because his sister goes here. Isn't that awesome?"
"Yeah I guess, I just thought only up and coming artists who haven't really proved themselves as able to make it big did college tours. I wouldn't think someone as big as he is would do a college tour."
I hoped my words would speak that into existence. I really didn't want to be on the same campus as Sawyer Reeves...ever.
"Yeah maybe you're right. Who do you think his sister is?" she asked me, but before I could respond a familiar face noticed fine from across the library.
Short dark hair and black framed glasses, he looked about as adorable as a boy could get and one look from him had me reminiscing about the good old days with my brother...except he wasn't my brother. I'd never be getting him back.
I waved Connor over and he plopped down beside us with a thud and handed us each a respective coffee cup.
"Connor David Bronson. How ever did you know our fragile distracted minds needed coffee?" I asked in mock incredulity as my hand went up to ruffle his hair.
He swatted my hand away and grinned, showing off his perfectly white teeth that I was more than jealous of even though my teeth were probably just as white, his just looked better against his slightly darker skin than mine.
I had always been a bit fair skinned due to my light complexion and pale blonde hair.
I'd always wanted red hair like Daphne's but I was too afraid to dye it. Maybe I'd try it...just so I wouldn't be recognizable to Sawyer or Amy if I ever crossed paths with them again.
Probably not. I loved my golden hair a bit too much.
"So what'd I miss?"
"Nothing, just the usual droning on and on about a certain pop-star..."
"He is not a pop-star! He is a globally recognized, full on, perfect Sex God!"
Did I say she had a slight fan girl crush on him? Make that mega stalker obsessive claim over him-yet another reason I couldn't ever let her know my past with him, or anyone for that matter.
I sighed as I pulled out my work and we began to actually study, but I grew distracted when Connor tapped on my phone sitting beside me.
1 New Text Message
I groaned as I realized I hadn't called my mom the entire day but to my surprise it wasn't my mom at all.
Connor:Â You doing anything this weekend?
I eyed him curiously over my phone wondering why he'd texted me instead of just asking outright but a quick flip of his eyes towards Daphne and I understood. He wanted to hang out alone.
Daphne and I had been inseparable since getting to college and I'd hardly had time to hang out with my best guy friend from high school, my second high school.
I shook my head at him in response and he typed something out again.
Connor: There's a party at my fraternity Friday night if you want to swing by? You never come to our parties lol
I contemplated it. There was a reason I never went to his parties, and I could just hear my mom and dad's voices in the background reminding me to never leave my cup unattended and to always have a buddy system at parties.
Just then my phone buzzed again and I was about to roll my eyes at Connor's insistence but it wasn't him, it wasn't even a text message, but a social alert from our app that we had for our school's events.
This weekend:Â Sawyer Reeves is holding an intimate concert at the Susan Boroughs Auditorium for the Performing Arts. Tickets on sale for fifty dollars at the administration building.
I glanced back up at Connor and locked eyes with him.
"I'm in."
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Author's Note:
Well there you have it, the first chapter of Fame!
I can't wait for you guys to read this book I've been working hard on it just as I have been with Royally Flushed!
With only about 6-7 chapters left in Royally Flushed, I will be posting Fame as soon as this book is finished and it should be sometime next week!
I'm sad that this book is coming to a close but I'm excited for you all to go on a new journey with me!
Until next time my lovely readers,
Kristen :)