Christmas came and went, as did New Year’s Day, and Bree didn't hear from Trent. When she went back to school, he still hadn't called. She'd gotten the impression that he would, so she continued to wait for at least a text from him, but none ever came.
She didn't understand why. He'd finally kissed her, and for Bree, it had been just as magical and amazing as she'd always dreamt it would be. But.... maybe it hadn't been for him. Maybe Trent was not as enamored with her as he had been with the idea of her.
"Is this seat taken?"Trent looked up to see a beautiful blonde with long, straight hair and a gorgeous smile standing next to him, a full tray in her hands. "Uh, no." She reminded him of Bree--sort of. She wasn't quite as pretty as his friend, but the hair was similar, and she had a nice smile."Thanks. It's crowded in here."
The rest of the semester flew by in a blur of classes and weekend gigs. By the end of the school year, Bree and Sam were practically inseparable. They were even discussing the possibility of getting an apartment together when school started in the fall. Bree didn't know how to tell Lilly, though. They'd been roommates for three years, and she couldn't imagine leaving her their senior year.The last day of school, Bree was in their room, packing up to go home for the summer when Lilly came in, an odd look on her face. "Hey, are you okay?" Bree asked, dropping a paperba
Summer in Highview was boring. Most of the day, Bree sat in her new room and practiced the guitar. It wasn't as if it was actually her room, though. Her parents had left almost all of the belongings from her room in Shelbyville boxed up because they assumed she wouldn't be moving back in with them. With only one year of college left, she'd likely be moving out on her own, starting a new job and a new life somewhere else. So… they'd set up her bed and her dressers so the room could be a guest room. That was it. The rest of the room still looked an awful lot like Grandma's old storage room. Most of her things were in boxes stacked against one wall now instead of occupying the majority of the room, but it wasn't like it was Bree's own space.
"What the hell was that?" Heather demanded as Trent came back to where he'd left her standing in the doorway of the convenience store."That was a fist bump," he explained. "Now… if you'll excuse me… I need a Gatorade.""But… did you just stop here because you saw her car?" Heather followed him, the tone of her voice grating on his last
Summer was over in the blink of an eye, but when Bree moved back to college for the fall, she moved back into the dorms. Dating Sam was one thing; living with him was something else entirely, and she’d realized after seeing Trent at the convenience store that she didn’t want to take the chance at moving in with someone and having him break her heart halfway through the first semester. Then, she’d have nowhere to go.She’d just finished unpacking her things when her dorm room door opened. A tall woman with long dark hair and a smattering of frec
With her backpack slung over her arm, Bree hurried down the hallway to her dorm room. She’d forgotten her Chem book, and she’d need it that day for a quiz. Professor Cross always let them use their book when he gave them a quiz, and she’d need it since she’d been out late the night before playing in a local club with Sam and hadn’t had time to study.Dropping her backpack by the door, she grabbed the doorknob, thinking it should be unlocked because Melissa didn’t have class right now. When the door was locked, she was surprised but
Bright lights had Bree blinking, but that was all right. This was the biggest audience she’d ever performed in front of. Over five hundred people dotted the auditorium in front of her. It was all surreal. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She couldn’t wait to start her songs.After graduating with her degree in musical arts a few months ago, Bree had taken a chance and moved to Nashville, Tennessee, one of the most popular places in the world to live if you were a musician and/or a songwriter. She was both. Now, after a huge amount of marketing and
“Good afternoon, we are here today on Nashville Rising Star with one of the newest voices in country music, Bree Matthews. Bree, it’s nice to have you with us.”“It’s nice to be here.” Bree took a few deep breaths and tried to still her racing heart. In the last year, she’d done a ton of interviews, but this was the biggest one to date. Alice Kingston was one of the most popular journalists in Nashville, and her show had a huge following. Bree was so thankful her agent, Zelda, was able to get this booking for her.