Beautiful Disaster: Jamie McGuire (BEAUTIFUL SERIES)

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Travis leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “I’m sorry...did I offend you in some way?” A slow smile crept across his face before he spoke. “I haven’t asked you sleep with me,” his eyes drifted to the ceiling in thought, “have I?” He laughed once, amused at my mood. “I can’t figure you out. You’re the first girl that’s ever been disgusted with me before sex. You don’t get all flustered when you talk to me, and you don’t try to get my attention.” I looked to America, who shrugged. “Nose bleed. You haven’t seen one of Abby’s famous nose bleeds?”

America followed me into my dorm room, and then sneered at my roommate, Kara. I immediately peeled off the bloody cardigan, throwing it into the hamper. America pointed the remote at the television and switched it on. “There’s a good movie on tonight. Anyone want to find out where Baby Jane is?” He was the worst kind of confident. Not only was he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he was so used to women throwing themselves at him that he regarded my cool demeanor as refreshing instead of an insult. I would have to change my strategy. D'alessandro, Anthony. "Roger Kumble Movie 'Beautiful Disaster' Sets Dylan Sprouse, Virginia Gardner & More". Deadline . Retrieved November 1, 2021.Travis burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Just come over. I won’t even flirt with you, I swear.” America grabbed her roll and threw it down the table, narrowly missing the girl’s face. Before the girl could say another word, Travis let his knees give way, sending her tumbling to the floor. I scanned the tattoos covering his arm. “I’ll just say that you seem more criminal and less justice.”

Oh, you will.” She winked at me and then shut the door behind her. Less than a minute later, my cell phone chimed. Per her usual, America texted me seconds after we had said goodbye. tables seating the Eastern soccer team erupted in laughter, and Travis seemed to be annoyed at what they were laughing about.Travis stared at me as if I’d spoken a foreign language. “I’m wearing boots. Get on.” He slipped on his sunglasses, and the engine snarled when he brought it to life. I climbed on and reached for something to grab on to, but my fingers slipped from leather to the plastic cover of the taillight. The next day, Shepley and America joined me for lunch. I had intended to sit alone, but as students filtered into the cafeteria, the chairs around me were filled by either Shepley’s frat brothers or members of the football team. Some of them were at the fight, but no one mentioned my ring-­‐side experience. Travis turned his attention to his plate, ignoring her. She looked at her sister and huffed, and then they left hand in hand.

FOUR. Jamie’s writing was WAY more aggressive in this book. TRAVIS WOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED LEAVING ABBY. My frown involuntarily smoothed and I sighed. “I didn’t say you’re a bad person. I just don’t like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.” I focused on the grains of salt on the table until I heard a choking noise from Travis’ direction. His eyes widened and he quivered with howling laughter. “Oh my God! You’re killing me! That’s it. We have to be friends. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Shepley nodded, and America and I both turned to see Travis take a seat at the end of the table. He was followed by two voluptuous bottle-­‐blondes wearing Sigma Kappa tees. One of them sat on Travis’ lap, the other sat beside him, pawing at his shirt. I shook my head, dumbfounded at the thought of five Travises running around in one household. “Do they all have tattoos?” His eyes brightened. “You have my word. I won’t even think about your panties...unless you want me to.” I smiled and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, waiting for him to recoil at my appearance. “America had a paper to finish.”