Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U, #2)

by B. Celeste

Bad decisions taste like rum, coke, and something metallic.

I, Skylar Vivian Allen, lost my virginity at a party I didn’t even want to go to. To a man I don’t know. In a house I don’t know. Where my friends left me.

After all, every choice you make is what makes you who you are as a person. And it’s not just the decisions you’re making that shape you, but the consequences that come with them.

My family comes from new money. We’re not Bill Gates wealthy but more like Taylor Swift.

I’m an ass man, but I can appreciate a nice chest when I see one.

A lot of people think college is different than high school, but sometimes it’s a second, pricier version with the same types of mean girls. It’s a popularity contest, one you don’t know you’re in until you surround yourself with the wrong kind of people.

I may not be a daddy’s girl or have him wrapped around my finger like the other girls do, but I’m still a sucker.

Parents are always trying to make sure you don’t make their mistakes,

I heard the lectures given to people at orientation. Even heard that they started giving out rape whistles which is fucked up. Not fucked up that you have them, but that you’d need them.”

I’m so sick of people here making me feel that way when I deserve better.”

“I propose we be friends. I’m not saying besties, we have to work up to that. I’ll need to grow my hair out some more so you can braid it, but in the meantime, we can gossip about men, make friendship bracelets, and paint each other’s fingernails.”

“You’re gay?” What the fuck? Not that I have anything against gay people. Live your best life and all that. But seriously. The fuck? And why does she sound hopeful? “I’m not gay.” “I don’t know any other man who would gossip about men with me. Or let me paint their nails.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that patience gets you a lot farther than impatience does.

Everybody needs an ally in their life to stay sane. If those are the types of people you hang out with, then you’ll need some reinforcements who will be there for you and mean it. I’ll be your guy.”

Who the hell did she hook up with at the party that makes her look so…empty?

I’ve never actively tried getting a girl to meet my friends before. Mostly because there’s never been one who seems cool enough that I’d want to hang with.

“It means,” I answer for her, pointing my pen in her direction, “that you can’t get rid of me easily. I’m like a pest.” “A really big pest,” she mumbles under her breath. I chuckle. “Oh, baby. The biggest. I make all the other pests jealous.”

“I knew I could make you laugh.” My head tilts. “I do laugh, you know.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Not enough.”

My eyes shift from her to the coffee, which I now realize is a bribe. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, I lower it to my desk. “Did you buy this to soften me up?” She looks apologetic. “You skipped out on the last bonfire that Ali brought up, so I was hoping if I gave you caffeine and then asked, there’d be a better chance of you agreeing. But I’ll understand if you say no. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

There’s nothing quite like seeing big, muscular men beating on each other on the ice.”

Not only do I know most sports references, but I kickass at most video games that guys like. And I have great boobs. I’m practically a guy’s wet dream.”

When you spend a long time wondering where you fit in, you hold on a little tighter to the people who make you feel like the perfect sized puzzle piece in their jigsaw puzzle.

We both know I could get anyone to give me a ride wherever I need. All it takes is flashing my dimple and shooting a wink, and most of the women here would wiggle their keys and their panties at me.

after all. Even though the charming smile and easy on the eyes facial features directed at me right now says I’m perfectly safe with DJ—that I’m part of something with him even if I don’t want to be—I find myself cautious all the same.

Every single day a tiny piece of me withers away from the lack of knowledge I have from that night.

“You guys wanted to know what the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done was. Well, now you know your answer. I lost my virginity to some random guy at my first college party, and I can’t even remember it.”

One conversation with the running back and Raine made me realize I lashed out to blame Sky because I didn’t want to acknowledge the truth. That I’m a selfish bastard who wants her all to myself, even when I probably shouldn’t.

We’re not defined by the decisions we make when we let loose. We’re bound to make some mistakes, but we learn from

Grandma Meadow says she doesn’t know how my heart is so strong with all the caffeine I consume on a daily basis, but she doesn’t complain whenever I make sure she gets her dose of it anytime I’m back in Boston.

“Did you really just go from talking about imaginary blowjobs to sponge candies in like three seconds?” Hearing her say the word makes my dick react on the spot. I shift in my seat and stifle a groan as it salutes her in my jeans. “Yeah, so?”

It makes me smile when she does a little shimmy in her chair. I’ll never understand why girls do that when they eat, but it’s fucking— Don’t say cute, my inner voice says.

“You don’t owe me anything for that. If anything, it’s the other way around.”

“I know you’ve had your reservations about me, and I’ve given you some good reasons for that. You’ve been through more shit than I probably know. Yet, you gave me a chance. You still are. Every time you say, ‘yes’ to hanging with me, you’re giving me a shot that I probably would have gotten on my knees to beg you for otherwise.”

The more people in your circle, the more drama that’s in it. It’s about quality, not quantity.

“So,” I prod, “tell me about that new book you started. You basically blew me off last night because you said it was getting good.” Her eyes widen. “You want to hear about the book I’m reading?” I sip my drink. “If that’s what makes you happy, then yes.”

I don’t wake up and strive to be a hardcore bitch every day of my life, but you’re about to see that side of me if you ask me that one more time.”

The turf is a high I’ll miss when I graduate. Miss like a piece of me is gone for good.

I’ve already been claimed, even if the person who has me doesn’t know it yet.

“I’d do whatever Sky needed. All she has to do is ask.”

“People think money will buy us happiness, but the material things it gets us are only temporary.

You may think because guys seem to stare at me or whatever that I’m doing something on purpose to attract their attention, but I’m not. I’d rather be left alone.

there’s nothing hotter than a girl who’s completely comfortable around you in anything.

When the driver is talking, the passenger shuts their cakehole.”

You’re the kind of girl any guy would be fucking lucky to have in any way you’d let them.

“For the record—” My voice is huskier than I intend. “—I wish it would have been me too. I would have made it so fucking good for you, there would’ve been no way you’d forget.”

He has no expectations, and I like that. Need it.

We’re all opposites but we get along.” Sienna murmurs, “Most of the time.” Serena shrugs, relenting. “Fifty-fifty, but we’re siblings. We’re supposed to get on each other’s nerves.

Serenity on no sleep is like me without coffee. It’s dangerous, especially when I’m the target of her breakdowns most of the time.

Coach Pearce once called me a quitter when I told him I wouldn’t push myself to go further than college football. I told him I was a realist.

Shit isn’t always easy, but if you find a good one, it’s worth a little stress.”