Page 103 of His Reckless Freshman

They don’t look anything alike.

They certainly don’t act anything alike.

Caroline was a tiger in the bedroom.

Jolie’s…

“You are such an ass!” she snarls. “You know, I always thought you were this sweet guy, and I used to feel really bad for rejecting you, but now that I know you’re just some creeper who preys on innocent women⁠—”

“I do not prey,” I quickly snap. “It wasn’t like that. She was upset, I tried to make her feel better, and then she asked for my help.”

“Like some escort?” Her voice pitches before her eyes narrow on me. “She didn’t pay you anything, did she?”

“No.” I’m disgusted by that idea, because it’s… Jolie. It wasn’t a big hardship for me to help her experience what she did.

It wasn’t like a chore.

I wanted to help her.

Because you like her! You’re falling for her!

I swallow, not wanting to admit that to this raging bull in front of me. She looks about ready to end me.

“This better be over.” She points at me. “Jolie said you ended it, and I want it to stay that way.”

I frown at her bossy directive, then mutter, “It is over.” I’ll pretty much say anything to cool the blue flames in her eyes.

She tuts, shaking her head at me like I’m despicable.

She doesn’t know shit.

I was doing it for Jolie, not myself.

“I was helping her out, okay? That’s all. She wanted someone she could trust after her awful first time. I wanted to show her that it’s not supposed to be that way.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was a real hardship for you,” she seethes.

I roll my eyes and look away from her. Like she’s ever gonna get it. Like anyone ever will. It’s impossible not to look like some sick creep when you try to justify it.

“Just…” Caroline sighs. “Stay away from her, okay? She doesn’t need this, and… I don’t need the complication either.” Her expression wrinkles, and I know she’s thinking about the baby she miscarried and the fact that there was a chance it could have been mine.

Shit, that situation was so fucked up.

And she’s probably right.

Me being with Jolie would be awkward.

Jolie mentioned a cousin she was close to. Shit, if I’d known it was Caroline, I would have backed away right there and then.

But I didn’t.

And now I don’t know what to do…

I miss Jolie, and as Caroline throws me one more awkward frown before spinning on her heel and walking away, that’s all I can think about.

I miss Jolie.

Even though I’ve been given yet another reason to stay away from her… she fills my mind as I walk to class.