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I Hate You, Propose
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My grandfather’s dying wish is to see one of his grandsons engaged.
My strict, religious parents are always breathing down my neck.
Is our scheme so good that we’re fooling ourselves too?
I Hate You, Propose is a full-length standalone romance novel. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!
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The bus ride to campus was long and part of me wished I had the money to take a cab, but that’s just not going to happen. So now, after a five-hour bus ride, I get to lug my two heavy bags across campus to my dorm. It’s not something I’m looking forward to. I should have packed lighter for a one-week trip.
Usually I like walking across campus at the Pacific Day University. Northern California is beautiful, and the campus of this private school is well landscaped and clean. Trees surround old, but well kept, white-brick buildings with red shingled roofs and lots of windows. Workers gather the falling leaves and take them away before they can start to break into dust. The sidewalks and paths are swept and pristine, there are no cracks for the wheels of my bags to catch on. It’s nice and classy.
I never thought I would be able to attend a prestigious school like this. My parents don’t have the income to pay for college for me or my older brother. But we both worked hard and got full scholarships for Pacific Day. I was thrilled to be coming here. They have one of the best chemistry majors in the country. Now, after a few months and fall break, I’m not as excited to be back.
Part of me wonders if I would have been better off staying at Kensington State with my best friend Tina. It’s the poor local university in my home town of Greenlake. I took my fall break to visit her campus, since our breaks where scheduled for different weeks. It was a good time and her school seemed so much more friendly then mine.
I’ve been dreading facing the other students at Pacific Day again since I stepped on the bus. The ones who populate my dorm hall and don’t even realize I’m there. The girls all seem so distant and uncaring. I’ve tried befriending a few of them, but my efforts always end up in failure, and sometimes even at the expense of my own dignity. They all seem to run in their own cliques and have their own language. Whenever I try to engage someone in conversation, they look at me like I am speaking in a foreign tongue.
The best my hallmates can do when I return from class or getting food is to mutter a “hello” or force a fake smile. Most of them immediately look down at their phones and turn to leave. Or keep texting or scrolling until I go. The indifference they show me is tolerable, but the times they do acknowledge me are usually laden with offhand comments about my appearance, and snide looks that I suppose are meant to cut me down to whatever size they think a poor girl like me should be. After that, I am usually dismissed whenever they grow bored of my presence and walk away.
I’ll admit I cried myself to sleep the first night I was here and for weeks after. It felt like all the other girls quickly found groups to hang out with and boys to go on dates with. But I was alone and almost shunned. I must have had the wrong clothes or a look that screams lack of confidence. Or they could just tell how poor I am. Despite all of this, I have woken up every morning and managed to pull myself together. I focused on schoolwork while I was crying inside. I just want to fit in and be liked. I want to be popular. And I know there is a way to do it.
I know there is a way to climb the social ladder because Robert has done it. My big brother excels at everything, even making friends. And now, I barely see him, even though we are on the same campus every day. He’s always so busy. He is studying biology and wants to go to medical school when he graduates. And beyond that, he’s one of the most popular guys at the university. He always has friends to hang out with or dates to go on. All my life I’ve lived in Robert’s shadow and nothing has changed since we moved away from home.
Just as I reach the door to my dorm and unlock it, I get a text from my brother saying that he is coming by. This rare visit has to be due to the fact that I just got back to campus. I text back that I’m not busy and pull my bags into my room. Exhausted, I fall down onto my bad and try to catch my breath.
“Hey, sis,” Robert says while knocking on my open door a few minutes later. “Need some help unpacking?”
“No, I think I’ll leave it for tomorrow,” I tell him.