Remember That Night is LIVE!!!!

Published by Katrina Marie on

The day is finally here! Remember That Night is available! I love Darcy and Derrick so much, and I can’t wait for you to read more about this second chance romance! Also, read below for the first two chapters of Remember That Night!   Blurb: Darcy Quinn doesn’t do sloppy seconds—even if they are her own. She has reinvented herself just in time for college and is determined to show the world she is stronger than ever so no one can hurt her again…especially Derrick Rhodes. For as long as he can remember, Derrick’s only wanted two things: to play college ball and to be Darcy’s man. This all came to a crashing halt a year ago. He lost his future and his girl. Now he’ll stop at nothing to make the team and win Darcy back for good. Can the two of them find a way to overcome the past and become the people they have always wanted to be? Will Darcy take a chance on loving again? Grab your copy on all retailers! Amazon >> https://amzn.to/2M0r0Mf iBooks >> https://apple.co/2M4KVxf Nook >> http://bit.ly/2vpM09b Kobo >> http://bit.ly/2M1QqNh Google Play >> http://bit.ly/2LXBJM1

Prologue

The mirror in the bathroom is foggy from the shower. The towel leaving streaks across the glass as I wipe it to see my reflection. Blonde hair in stringy wet tendrils, eyes wide with nerves and excitement.             The Fall semester starts in a week, and this is the last time I will be able to see him. I wasn’t looking for a relationship over the summer. But he charmed me and made me laugh. I thought it was going to be just a fling. One last hoorah before I started over in a new town. Not that I had any sort of relationship prior to him. Nobody goes for the geeky, quiet girl.             I blow dry my hair, trying to decide what I’m going to wear tonight. A pink sundress hangs over my door, but I don’t think I want to wear it anymore. I want tonight to be special…for both of us.             As soon as I shut the blow dryer off, I walk into my room and head straight for the walk-in closet. It’s not huge, but it’s a decent size. I don’t have enough clothes to fill it. On the right side, my fandom t-shirts hang in all their glory. Everything from Harry Potter to the Walking Dead. Jeans line the shelves below them. On the left, and the emptiest area of my closet, hang the very few dresses I own. Aside from the dress hanging on my bathroom door.             I slide the hangers to the side, searching for the perfect dress. Too plain. Too blah. Pushing over three more dresses, I find the perfect one. It’s the one thing all girls have in their closets. The little black dress. The last time I wore mine was during my induction into the honor society.             The floor is littered with sneakers, Vans, and Converse. I know there are a few pairs of heels in here somewhere. I shuffle through the shoes, throwing them aside. It looks like a minefield in here. Finally, I find the black heels I’m looking for. Inspecting them, I’m not that crazy about wearing them. But, they are the only pair I have so they will have to work.             Shoes in one hand, I use the other to pull the dress off the hanger and place them on my bed. My curling iron is plugged in and heating up. I open my makeup case and study the few contents in there. Mascara, lip gloss, and eyeshadows in neutral colors.             I don’t bother with the eyeshadow or lip gloss. Instead I sweep the mascara onto my lashes, then go to Mom’s bathroom. She has so much makeup. I don’t even know what half of it is, but I spot a tube of lipstick and grab it before heading back to my room.             The curling iron slides to the bottom of my hair easily. Forming small waves at the ends, just enough to give my hair a little bit of bounce. I open the tube of lipstick. It’s bright red. I’ve never worn this color before, and I’m not sure I can pull it off, but I put it on anyway.             The girl looking back at me in the mirror is not the one I was before getting ready. The bright lipstick makes me feel more mature and confident. Like I can conquer the world.             Rushing down the hall, I call out, “Mom, Dad. I’m going out, I’ll be back later.”             “Okay, honey,” Mom says from the kitchen. “Be careful.”             “I will.” That’s the thing about being the good, nerdy girl. Your parents don’t even bother asking where you’re going. They just assume it’s to meet up with friends from various school clubs. I’ve never even had a curfew.             Grabbing my keys, I walk out the door, and practically sprint to my car. Ready to see the guy that’s stolen my heart.   ***             It’s ten ‘til seven when I pull up to the restaurant. This place is packed. How are we even going to get a seat?             After parking the car, I take one last look in the visor mirror, making sure my lipstick hasn’t smudged. There’s a bench right outside the restaurant and I take a seat to wait.             Twenty minutes later I still haven’t gotten a response. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic or can’t find his keys. I text him, hoping he’ll answer.             Darcy: Are you almost here?             Another ten minutes go by, then thirty, and still no response. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I can’t believe he stood me up. He’s always been early. I don’t understand. Was he just playing me?             Barely containing my sadness, I march to my car, unlock the door, and slide into my seat. The second the door is closed, I let my sobs free. Let all the emotion welling up inside me find their way out through the hot, salty tears streaming down my face.             Another half hour has passed before the tears begin to slow, and anger takes control. I was so stupid to think someone like him would ever want someone like me. He’s attractive, athletic, and the complete opposite of who I am. The shy, meek girl. The one nobody truly sees.             With a new resolve, I put the key in the ignition and start my car. I leave for Hilltown University next weekend. It’s time for a change. I will not be the girl everyone sees through. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to be a party animal either. But, it’s time for my nerdy ways to hit the road.             Never again will I let someone make me feel the way I feel tonight. He may have broken my naïve heart by not showing up, but he is also the catalyst to a new and improved version of me.

Chapter One

“Jane,” I call out, placing the steaming hot cup of coffee on the counter. An older woman approaches the counter, hand already outstretched for the drink that will give her the fuel she needs to conquer the day. “Here’s your soy latte. Come back and see us.” The cup is already to her lips before she turns around, hand in the air giving an awkward backwards wave. I’ll see her bright and early in the morning. This is her first stop before heading to her corporate job. Roasted is one of the few small coffee shops around, and we take pride in knowing what our customers want. “Do we need any more muffins up there?” Cami hollers from the back. I will never understand why she can’t walk up here to ask me if we need anything, but I love her just the same. The door swishes softly as I push it open. “No, we’re good.” “Dude, you didn’t have to walk back here to tell me that.” “I know, but I don’t really want to yell in front of the customers,” I sigh. She spins around, placing a pan full of muffin batter into the oven. I can almost feel the eye roll that is no doubt directed toward me. “What time is it?” She asks. “We do have classes we have to attend today.” “Don’t remind me,” I mutter. Last year, I didn’t feel the dread that I feel now. The first day of classes has always been my favorite thing. Though, I won’t admit that out loud. But this year, that just ups the chances that I will run into him. It seems Derrick’s little trip to visit Travis last semester made him decide that he wanted to attend Hilltown University. It would be my luck the one guy that shattered my heart would be the best friend of my best friend’s boyfriend. Talk about a small freaking world. “Darcy,” Cami snaps her fingers in front of my face. “The time?” “Oh, sorry,” I say. “We need to leave in fifteen minutes if we want to get cleaned up.” “Damn straight I want to at least shower. As much as I love coffee, there’s no way in hell I want to walk into class smelling like I swam in it.” I peek through the door to see if there are any customers. There’s a man, late fifties, with his eyebrows furrowed. Of course, there would be someone to hear Cami’s loud exclamations. We need to work on inside voices, even when she’s working in the kitchen. Stepping back behind the counter, I place a too wide smile on my face. “What can I get you this morning, sir?” “Just a coffee.” “Would you like anything added to it?” “No,” he grumbles. “I like it just the way it comes out of the machine.” Who pissed in his cereal this morning? He could have just as easily made his own coffee at home. But I don’t let my frustration with his attitude show. “Coming right up.” The rest of my shift goes by quickly. Most of the people coming in are regulars and I know their orders like the back of my hand. Cami places fresh muffins in the display case, and before I have a chance to grab one, she whisks me from behind the counter and toward the front door. “What about my bag?” “I have it right here,” she lifts up the bag in question. “And, I already clocked us out.” I regret the day I gave her the code to clock me in. “Um, okay.” “I can’t miss any classes, Darcy,” she confesses. “I’m only back this semester because of scholarships and a small loan. I’m not going to screw this up.” I hug her. She’s not very touchy feely, but I know standing up to her father and being cut off monetarily has been stressing her out. I won’t let her go through this semester alone.   ***   Even though I’m excited about my studies this year there’s a bundle of nerves building within my stomach. I’m not ready to be around Derrick again after seeing him for the first time in six months last year. I place my notebooks on top of each other neatly along with a pouch of pens that I keep with me at all times. I swear I have every color of the rainbow within that zippered bag. But, you never know when you’ll need different colors to take notes. After I get them exactly how I like them, I slide them into my backpack. “Does this look okay?” Cami asks as she barges into our dorm room. “Ummmm.” I take a moment to look her over. “I’ve only ever seen you in a dress once.” That was the night I was forced into a blind date with the evil person I don’t even want to name. Today, she has on a simple black skater dress. “Well,” she groans. “It’s hot as hell out there and I don’t feel like wearing shorts. This was my only other option.” “You look cute. Travis is going to be one happy guy when he sees you.” “I hope so.” She falls onto her bed, swooning like some princess in a story. “I mean, I know I saw him over summer break, but it’ll be nice being able to see him whenever I want without Tonya’s parents playing twenty questions on him.” I snort. “If that’s the worst of your problems, you have it made.” Cami sits up, shoving her notebooks into her backpack without any sort of organization, and I cringe. “You know the likelihood of you and Derrick having a class together is pretty slim, right?” “But, there’s always the chance that I’ll run into him around campus,” I sigh. “Plus, there’s the fact that you’re dating his best friend. That pretty much guarantees that I’m going to see him more than I want to.” “I promise I will try to limit any interaction you two may have,” she laughs. “Geez, I feel like I’m trying to keep two toddlers in separate corners.” “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass. But he broke my heart, and I still haven’t gotten over it.” I lean against the wall, hoping it will give me the support I need. Cami doesn’t get it. Until Travis, she was casual with guys. I’ve never been that way. Even though I no longer where the geeky shirts, that insecure nerd is still hidden within the depths of me. “Can’t you just hold my hand through the day?” I whine. “That would be impossible. We aren’t even on the same track as far as courses go.” “Fine,” I huff. “If you’re going to be mean, I’m going to class.” “Don’t be a crybaby about it,” she argues. “Everything will be okay. I promise.”   ***   Everything is not okay. It’s the exact opposite. Sitting front and center in my first class of the day is Derrick. Cami’s future predicting skills need some serious work. So much for a slim chance we’d have a class together. It takes everything in me not to turn right back around and run out of this room. Call me a coward. I don’t really care. Walking on a bed of nails would be easier than facing him again. Instead, I straighten my shoulders, lift my chin, and walk to a seat a few rows up from him like that badass I hope I’m portraying. If I’m lucky, he won’t even see me. But, of course, I’m not lucky. Why on earth would I be? Him being here shows just how much Fate hates me. As soon as my butt hits the chair, I glance up, and he’s staring right at me. Derrick gathers his things. I’m presuming to move closer to me, and I just can’t. Not today. I grab my bag and haul ass out the door, like the devil is on my heels.

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