Title:
Wrecking Ball
Author: B.N. Toler
Release Date: April 24, 2014
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When
Brandon and Sophia met, something clicked. A guy who didn’t believe
in love at first sight, suddenly believed. A girl who believed a bad boy would
always be bad, changed her mind. With Sophia by Brandon’s side, he
knew he could conquer the world, and Sophia had never felt more loved or wanted
in her life. They were good
together.
But even the
strongest of foundations can be
crumbled.
Sometimes all it
takes is one moment, fleeting as it may be, to crush what was once strong and
indestructible, like a wrecking
ball.
Now Sophia has left
and as she rediscovers herself, Brandon is left holding the shattered pieces of
their lives, trying to figure out how to put them back
together.
He
loves her.
She loves
him.
All he needs now is
to make her remember that.
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As
what’s her name sat in my lap and whispered in
my ear that she’d like to go somewhere more private, something
smacked the back of my head.
“What
the...” My lap dog slid off me as I stood and spun around to see what
hit me. And that’s when I laid eyes on the audacious Sophia Marie
Campbell.
“Oh, my
God! I’m so sorry!” she groaned as she bent down and picked
up the ball.
I was speechless.
She was a wet dream in a red bikini with long blonde hair and legs that went
for miles. My eyes immediately fell to her chest when she stood back up, ball
tucked under one slim, but toned
arm.
“Are you
okay?” She gazed at me, concern in her eyes. Everything was stunning
about her. Her eyes, her body, her boobs. Her boobs. “Uh, yeah.
I—”
“That hit
to your head must’ve messed with your vision. My eyes are up
here,” she interrupted me, bending down slightly trying to meet my
gaze with hers.
“Busted!”
Ryan laughed from behind me. My gaze snapped to hers and I mumbled some sort of
excuse, but was saved by Jake.
“You’ve
got quite the arm,” Jake noted as he approached us, and I could tell
he was scanning her body from behind his sunglasses. My teeth clenched at the
thought.
“Yeah,
just poor aim,” she
laughed.
“Sophia!”
One of her friends called from the volleyball net and she
turned.
“Be right
there,” she yelled back before returning her focus to me.
“Seriously, I’m really
sorry.”
“No
worries.” I rubbed the back of my head and shrugged. My mind fumbled
for something witty and clever to say to make her laugh again, but her presence
overwhelmed me. Most girls went into flirt mode when they were around me,
batting eye lashes, biting their lower lips, twirling their hair. Not this
girl. With that, she gave a slight nod and spun around to head back toward her
friends. I couldn’t let her go. I had to think of some way to speak
with her. There were guys playing with her. Could one of them be her boyfriend?
Did I care?
“Aw,
shit.” I shook my head and took off after her. “Where you
going, Brandon?” Ryan shouted, but I didn’t answer. Every
one of my bodily senses honed in on the beautiful bronzed blonde running away
from me.
“Hey,”
I yelled catching her off guard as she spun around. “Yeah?”
Her eyes were big and brown, almost exotic-looking when paired with her blonde
hair.
“Um, I
was wondering if...” I hesitated. When I was chasing her, asking her
out didn’t seem like a big deal, but facing her, staring into those
beautiful eyes, I wasn’t ready to take the chance she’d say
no. “Do you guys need another player?” She bounced on her
feet for a moment and spun the volleyball between her hands, running her eyes
up and down my body as if sizing me up. “You sure you can hang with
us?” she challenged with one eyebrow
quirked.
“Yeah.
I’m pretty good,” I lied. What the hell am I
saying? I suck at volleyball! Truth was, I’d maybe played
five times my entire life, but those games went pretty well so I convinced
myself I could easily play with a bunch of girls and a few guys.
“Okay.”
She grinned, a playfulness lurking in her eyes. “Let’s see
what you got.” When we reached the sandpit where everyone was waiting
for her to return with the ball she motioned to me. “Guys, this
is...” Her last word trailed off and she turned to me, biting her
lip. “I’m so rude. I didn’t even ask your name and
I hit you in the head with a
ball.”
“Brandon.”
“Everyone
this is Brandon,” she yelled and ran across the pit to her spot,
kicking up sand. “Can you play setter?” “Uh,
sure.” I shrugged and took the only empty spot I saw, hoping it was
where I needed to be. I was glad asking to play didn’t backfire and
she included me, but I was disappointed when we weren’t beside each
other.
The game pressed on
and the other side immediately gained five points on us. No one on our team
outright blamed me, but I could tell the general consensus was—it was
my fault. I had a hard time staying in the game because I was too busy trying
to catch glimpses of her. I finally snapped to as the ball was flying over the
net, and I lunged toward it only to collide head on with Sophia. We both crashed
to the ground, tangled in one another, the ball landing right beside
us.
“Game!”
one of the girls from the other side squealed and everyone on our side
groaned.
“Are you
okay? I’m so sorry,” I apologized frantically.
Nice move dumbass, you just physically crushed the girl you have the
hots for.
Rubbing her head
where it hit mine, she asked, “So, you don’t really play,
do you?” She laughed as she pushed up with her hands. Sand coated
most of her, like sugar against her tan skin, and it looked sexy as
hell.
“That
obvious?” I questioned shaking my head, humiliation surging through
me.
“I’m
Sophia, by the way.” She grinned as she hopped up and reached a hand
down for me.
“That’s
a pretty name.” I took her hand and let her help me
up.
“We
should go rinse off.” She held on to my hand and pulled me toward the
water with her. “I guess now were even,
huh?”
“Even?”
I questioned unsure of what she was talking
about.
“Yeah.
I hit you with a ball and you nailed me to the ground. We’re
even.”
The douchebag in me
wanted to say something like, do you like to be nailed to the
ground, but I refrained. This girl was different. I had no idea what
it was about her I found so alluring, but I was hooked.
“Yeah, I
guess so.” We waded into the freezing cold lake, until we were waist deep
when we both started splashing water, rinsing our skin. My mind wandered to
devious places as I imagined her naked and wet, moaning my name as I thrust
inside her. I sank into the water planting my ass to the mush bottom, to hide
the hard on I was getting.
“I think
your girlfriend is waiting on you.” She nodded to the shoreline where
what’s her name stood with one of her friends,
trying not to look obvious as she casually glanced our way while they
spoke.
“That’s
not my girlfriend,” I clarified a little too
enthusiastically.
“Oh.
Guess you just let anybody sit on your lap, huh?” She smirked at me
and I cursed to myself. Of course she would think I was just some player after
seeing me with a random girl on my
lap.
I had to change the
subject and fast. “Do you go to
Alabama?”
“Yeah.
Business. It’s my last year. You?” She pulled a hair tie
off her wrist and began pulling her hair up, extending her torso, which only
exemplified her tiny defined body. Damn, I was a
goner.
“Biology.
It’s my last year, too. I’ll go for my masters after
this.”
“Oh, wow.
You’re smart.” Her eyebrows rose as if she was surprised.
She wasn’t the first person I ever told my major to that seemed
shocked. I didn’t exactly fit the nerdy scientist
bill.
“Not what
you expected?” I smirked.
“You
don’t quite strike me as a biologist, but what do I know?”
She shrugged and began wading out of the water toward the shore. Panic flooded
me. I had to keep her here. Here, we were away from everyone and I could speak
with her, but up there she would surely go her way and I’d be forced
to go mine. This could be my only chance to ask her
out.
“What do
you do besides school?” I blurted. Lame question, I know, but I was
desperate.
Sophia stopped and
turned slowly, facing me, squinting as if she were trying to determine
something about me. With a sly grin, she said, “Go on then. Do
it.” She gave me a pointed look and crossed her
arms.
“Do
what?” I stammered wondering if I had been that obvious. Did she know
I wanted to ask her out?
“You’re
going to ask me out, right? Or at least you want to.” Yep,
she knows. Dear God this woman is a ball buster. All of the blood
drained from my face. There was no more pretending. This girl didn’t
waste any time. My heart pounded in my chest. What the hell is wrong
with me? Why am I acting like such a
pussy?
Before I could come
up with some coherent response she said, “I tell you what. You seem
to be a little...” She paused and looked to the sky as if waiting for
her next word to fall from it.
“Confused.”
She finished as she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe that ball hit
you a little harder on your head than I thought. When you think of what you
want to say, I bartend over at Bradley’s just outside of campus. Maybe
I’ll see you in there sometime.” With that, she rushed out
of the water and back to her
friends.
With a heavy sigh I
made my way back to shore. I knew deep down I acted like an idiot in front of
her and she probably thought I was an ass, but I knew one thing for sure.
Sophia would be mine.
“Well,
that was...” Jake let his last word trail
off.
“Pathetic.”
Ryan finished for him,
laughing.
“What?”
I shrugged as if I had no idea what they were talking
about.
“First,
you practically latched on to her leg and started dry humping her,”
Ryan noted before chugging the remainder of his
beer.
“You
looked like a jackass out there playing volleyball. They must all play for the
school or something. They were good,” Jake added, and I rolled my
eyes.
“I
wasn’t that bad,” I
grimaced.
“Brandon.”
Ryan said my name as he stared at me blankly.
“You
sucked dick man. It was bad. You fucking head-butted her.”
I squeezed my eyes
shut. “Shit,” I breathed. It was
bad.
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B N Toler lives in
Virginia. When she's not reading and writing, she's thinking
about reading and writing. Before she became a self-proclaimed writer, she
worked as a real estate agent and as an orthodontic technician. **She will
notice your teeth before your eyes or hair or
anything.**
She
enjoys shopping (way too much) and is on a first name basis with several
employees at the local Target in her
town.
She
loves music,(bluegrass, country, 80's, actually she loves most music
~her favorite song is American Pie by Don McLean and she worships anything that
is Elvis and Johnny Cash and Eric Church) dancing, (even though she sucks at
it)reading, writing, eating (too much) sleeping late, (which she rarely gets to
do) and laughing. If you can make her laugh, she will love you
forever.
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