"I found a few errors and brought it to their attention. Both smiled and patted me on the back. They told me that I had bigger concerns to focus my energies on." We fall into silence. I'm flabbergasted something like that could happen. Especially here at Barnett. This is a top-notch school. It's academically rigorous.Tension fills every line of Roan's face. "You can't tell anyone about that, Ivy," he mutters. "I'm serious."Even though I feel conflicted, I jerk my head.That's not fair to everyone else who works their asses off to pull good grades. Maybe Roan isn't taking advantage of professors who are willing to hand out A's for being a top recruit on campus, but I'm sure there are other student athletes who get by because of it.Once again, I realize how wrong I was to make a snap judgment about him.Angling my body closer, I whisper, "I won't tell anyone." It goes against everything I believe in, but I don't want to break his confidence. "I promise." His gaze h

The sexiest man at Barnett seems to be spending an awful lot of time with a tall willowy brunette. And yes...she's the same girl who has been previously photographed with him. Who the heck is this girl and how has she managed to capture his attention so completely??? Am I the only one who feels as if the world has completely fallen off its axis??? KingOfCampus.ComEverything I learned about Roan tonight churns through my head. Even though I'm tired, sleep continues to evade me. I've spent the last twenty minutes debating whether to shoot him a quick text.He was unusually quiet when we parted ways outside my apartment. I was thinking he might want to come in and talk but when I hinted at it, he didn't seem interested. And I kind of hated myself for the disappointment that surged through every cell of my being when we said goodnight before I shut the door, leaving him alone on the other side.I've composed at least eight different text messages before erasing each one. I mea

Grab some Kleenex, ladies, I think Roan King has got himself a bona fide girlfriend. We're talking actual handholding while walking around campus. Goddamn it...where'd I put my tissue? KingOfCampus.comBright sunlight pours through my unadorned window and hits me square in the face. I roll to the side and take the pillow with me, smashing it over my head. As I do, snippets of last night flash through my head.Texting Roan.Him coming over.Lying in bed together and talking.The last memory I have is falling asleep with him.Suddenly, I'm whipping the pillow off my head and bolting up in bed. I shove the hair from my face as my gaze flies around the room before realizing it's empty. Almost as if it was nothing more than a strange sexy dream. After a few moments, I collapse onto the mattress. I know it was real. His masculine scent clings to my sheets. The urge to roll around in them all the while inhaling deeply is overwhelming.Even though I try to close my eyes and g

Say it ain't so, Roan King... please tell us that whatever is going on with the brunette isn't serious. Give us a tiny glimmer of hope to hold on to. KingOfCampus.comLater that evening, after I return from teaching dance, I hear the low murmur of voices from the TV in the living room and breathe a little sigh of relief that Lexie isn't holed up in her room. Unfortunately, my phone died after French class, so I wasn't able to reach out to her. I hope she's okay.Instead of finding Lexie in the darkened living room, it's Dylan I stumble across. He's sitting in the overstuffed armchair with his head cradled in his hands. From the way he's hunched over, I can tell something is wrong. And Lexie isn't anywhere to be seen.Glancing at her bedroom door, I find it closed.This doesn't bode well at all.I set my bag down and close the distance that separates us before settling on the couch next to the chair. When Dylan doesn't acknowledge my presence, I wonder if he's even aware th

Daniel cuts into my thoughts when he says, "Roan tells us that you're a dancer."I nod. "Yes, I've been dancing since I was three. I'm double majoring in dance and finance."He looks impressed. "Wow, that's quite a combination.""Well," I shrug, "I want to have something to fall back on in case it doesn't pan out. Being a professional dancer is highly competitive. And I've always been interested in business, so it seemed like a good fit.""That's a smart way to approach it. Shoot for your dreams but have a backup plan in place in case it doesn't work out the way you hope it will. And you studied abroad last year?"Feeling like a bobble head, I nod. "I studied at the Conservatoire de Paris for fifteen months.""We were in Paris two years ago on vacation. The architecture is stunning.""Yes." I smile in earnest, feeling a bit more at ease with the flow and direction of our conversation. "It's absolutely beautiful. There's so much to see and do. Cathedrals and gardens.