Phone Calls From a Rock Star

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Authors: J. L. Paul
Tags: Young Adult
leaned over
and kissed me!
Okay so it was just a little peck on the cheek but
still!
    “ Night, Bella,” he
whispered as he turned and headed for the boys’ dorm. My hand
drifted to my cheek as I watched him walk away, still in a slight
state of shock. Finally, I fished out my key card and shoved it in
the slot with trembling hands. I ran to my room and whipped my cell
phone out of my pocket. I searched for Jake’s number and pressed
send. He didn’t answer but that didn’t deter me in the least. I can
ramble better than most on voice mail.
    “ Jake! Oh my goodness!
Guess what…”

Chapter Four
     
    “ Get up, woman!”
    Cracking open an eye, I glanced at my alarm
clock. Ugh. 8:43 AM. Who wakes up at 8:43 AM on a Saturday?
    “ Come on, Bella,” Camryn
Sullivan wheedled, tugging the pillow from beneath my head. “I just
got here and I need you to help me get organized.”
    “ I feel so used,” I
muttered as I attempted to pull my blankets over my head. But
Cammy, having known me for years, yanked them off my body. She was
far too sneaky for her own good. “I’m up, okay? How much coffee
have you had, anyway?”
    She shrugged sheepishly, a guilty smile
playing on her lips. I groaned. A hyper Cammy was a force to be
reckoned with, for sure. “Get dressed.”
    I stretched, yawning widely, and grabbed
some clothes. As I headed to the bathroom, I snatched Annie’s
pillow and smacked her in the head. “If I have to get up and help
Miss Happy Hyperness, so do you.”
    Annie merely flipped over and buried her
head under her blankets. Why hadn’t I thought of that? I sighed and
raised a brow at Cammy. She giggled and pushed me to the shower so
she could work on Annie.
    ***
    “ No, Annie. Alphabetize
them by title, not author,” I insisted. “She doesn’t know who wrote
half of these books and when she looks for one, she’ll look for it
by title.”
    Annie snorted very unladylike and dropped an
armful of books on Cammy’s bed. “Why do we even bother? She’ll have
them in a mess before the semester is over.”
    “ Hey!” Cammy protested,
flipping her deep brown hair over her shoulder before folding her
arms over her chest. Her brown eyes narrowed at us and I had to
hold in my laughter. Cammy couldn’t look menacing if she tried. “I
will not!”
    “ Sure you will,” I said
absently as I picked up the books Annie dropped. I studied the
titles and placed them carefully on the shelf in alphabetical order
– by title, of course. “Where’s your roommate, anyway?”
    “ Oh! I didn’t tell you,”
Annie declared. She grinned evilly, the books temporarily
forgotten, and I sensed a long bout of gossip coming. “Danielle’s
not coming back.”
    “ That’s what they told me
in the office this morning,” Cammy said. Her neat brow furrowed in
confusion. “I don’t know why, though.”
    “ I do,” Annie said in a
singsong voice as she dropped on Danielle’s bed. “I found out last
night.”
    She didn’t elaborate so I turned to her, my
hands full of books. “Well, Miss Gossip Queen?”
    Her grin widened as she scooted up the bed,
obviously enjoying her moment. Cammy stomped her foot in
impatience. “Tell us!”
    “ Okay,” Annie laughed. “I
found out last night that she miraculously recovered from her
serious case of shyness over the summer. She met a few guys, fooled
around and presto! Danielle is headed straight to
motherhood.”
    Cammy gasped, her hands covering her mouth.
“No!”
    “ Yep,” Annie said as she
tucked her arms under her head. She trained her eyes on me. “I
would have told you last night, Bella, but you left the party
early. Again.”
    Shrugging, I turned back to the bookshelf,
hiding my own evil grin. “Yeah, well, I got bored. But I did have
an escort back to the dorm.”
    “ Who?” Cammy asked in a
suspicious tone.
    “ Just Lance,” I said as
nonchalantly as possible. I was immediately accosted by both of
them, and I spilled the books to the floor. They pounded

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