She Laughs in Pink (Sheridan Hall #1) Read Online Free

the sound of Ben’s name, my heart flutters. “You’ve met him?”
    She nods. “Yesterday. I moved in early so we hung out last night. He’s great.”
    As much as I hate that Ben hung out with No-Beauty-Mark Megan, I’m glad he spent time telling her about me. “He’s the best.”
    When I tell Megan I’ve met everyone except whoever’s in room four, her eyes light up. She describes the room four guys. “They’re sophomore bodybuilders who’ve turned their room into a mini-gym!” She also tells me that Winston and Maggie knew each other as kids and randomly ended up here as neighbors.
    “Wow! Maybe this place is magical,” I say.
    Megan and I chat until we reach Sheridan. She doesn’t know about my crazy, my past, my struggles. To her, I’m no more than a girl down the hall. I miss Justine like mad, but talking with Megan is easy and simple . We’re just girls hanging out . The combination of this new, clean slate and knowing I’ll have Ben by my side makes me believe that maybe, here in New Jersey, everything will be perfect for the first time in years.

Chapter Three
     
    Chase
     
    I take a deep breath, cradle two cans of beer in the crook of my arm, and knock on Juliet’s door. When she opens it, I know I’ll be rendered speechless even though I’ll need to find a way to talk and keep my cool at the same time.
    Juliet flings the door open and looks past me, her eyes wide with hope. Her hair is down and looks incredible, like a thick shawl spread over her bare shoulders. I’m going to find a way to touch that hair .
    “Where’s Ben?” she asks, huffing.
    I act offended, hoping to get a reaction. “Hello to you, too, gorgeous.” She smiles, refocuses, and waves me in.
    I hand her a beer and scan the room. Juliet’s half is messy and disorganized, but the other half is untouched. “ Gorgeous , huh?” she asks. She sits on the bed, crosses her long legs underneath her, and pushes a pile of clothes to the side. My heart skips a beat at the sight of the lacy black bra folded on top. “I’ve known you for about five minutes and you’re already calling me gorgeous ?” She opens her can, holding my gaze as she takes a sip.
    “Only took me half a second in the train station to realize that.” I flip the desk chair and sit on it backwards, flashing my best smile.
    She raises her eyebrows. “Where’s Ben?” Apparently, she has a one-track mind.
    “Right behind me. He invited me on your dinner date.”
    “He did? Please tell me you aren’t coming.”
    “Juliet!” I gasp, feigning shock. “Don’t worry. I know you’ve been stalking him all day, so I declined his invitation.” She practically sighs with relief. Ouch. “We talked about you.”
    She squints. “What’d he say?” Even though she’s fishing for Ben information, I appreciate her momentary focus.
    “We talked about how hot you are.” Her eyes dance. I lean in and smell her shampoo. Flowers. “He told me you’re a ballerina.”
    “I am.” I hear the flirt in her tone. “Are you a ballet fan?”
    “I love ballerinas.” I’ve loved plenty of ballerinas, actually, but I don’t tell her that. “Are you any good?” As I open my can I count all the ways I’m violating the NLP. First, I’m lusting after my roommate’s pseudo-girlfriend. Now, I’m drinking. Juliet is a beautiful sight, and the beer is so refreshing, I have no choice but to hit the pause button on the NLP.
    “I am. Except here I’m like a fish out of water. I have to find a new studio.”
    “What are you doing at NJU? Shouldn’t you be on stage somewhere?”
    “I can’t go pro with this body.”
    Juliet drinks as she watches me look her over. “Your body looks fine to me,” I say, then gulp my beer.
    “Good to know, Train Boy.” She looks down at her chest. “But my boobs are too big to go pro.”
    I spit out my beer as she laughs. It’s a cute, musical melody that flashes pink, like cotton candy across my mind. “I don’t even know how