The Secret Life of a Dream Girl (Creative HeArts) Read Online Free

over. “It’s not Audrey, right? Because she’s a lot. I mean, I like a day at the spa as much as the next guy, but she’s super high-maintenance and—”
    “It’s not Audrey!” he snarled, annoyed at just the thought of NextGen’s answer to Mean Girls . “What kind of an idiot do you think I am?”
    Jacen gave an over-exaggerated shudder of relief. It was all Keegan could do not to roll his eyes. Drama majors, man. Drama majors.
    “As long as it’s not Audrey or one of her minions-in-waiting, I don’t see what the problem is.”
    “Of course you don’t. You’ve totally landed the guy of your dreams, so it seems easy to you—”
    “Easy? Sure, it’s easy to be with Himesh because he’s the right guy for me. But nothing about getting together with him was easy, as you mentioned earlier. It took me forever to come out of the closet and now that I have, it’s senior year. We’ve got nine or ten months before we go off to separate colleges, and all I can think about is that I wish I’d made a move sooner. I wish I hadn’t been so afraid.” He narrowed his eyes. “So stop being such a wuss and get your ass back in there. Make the move. Get the girl.”
    He wiggled his eyebrows at Keegan for emphasis and then—with his words of wisdom still hanging in the air between them—he disappeared back into the tent.
    Keegan watched him go, wondering if it really was that easy. He’d never had trouble asking a girl out before—at least not since Marcie Bates back in middle school. So why was he freaking out so much about Dahlia? The worst thing she could do was say no.
    And so what if she did? He wasn’t a total tool. He could handle rejection. Yeah, it would hurt because he really liked her, but was it any worse than standing out here brooding when he could be inside having a good time?
    Absolutely not. He was going to go in there and—
    “He’s right, you know.”
    Keegan froze at the familiar voice for one second, two. Then he spun toward where the husky words had come from, searching the darkness for its owner.
    It didn’t take long. He’d barely spotted the dark silhouette against the tent before she was stepping forward to join him in the small pool of light cast by the twinkle lights in the tree above him. And then he was staring down into dark, coffee-brown eyes. Dahlia’s eyes.
    Shit. She’d heard the whole thing.

Chapter Three
    He looks like I just hit him over the head with a really big rock. Eyes wide, mouth open, face pale and unmoving. And while Keegan is incredibly hot, I’d be lying if I said it’s a good look for him. Because it really, really isn’t.
    It’s not the first time I’ve been on the receiving end of such a look, not by a long shot. But it is the first time I’ve been Dahlia when it happens—usually it’s Cherry who strikes people speechless.
    For a second I think about just turning around and walking away. About pretending this whole thing never happened. It shouldn’t have happened—it wouldn’t have happened—if I hadn’t let Finn get in my head with all his big talk about connecting and the human experience. He’d made me think, made me wonder if maybe I shouldn’t attempt to reach out to a couple people at NextGen and try to make a connection or two, just to see what happens.
    Which is why, when I heard Keegan talking to Jacen, I thought I’d skip my trip to the bathroom and give the connecting thing a shot. He’s a nice guy, after all, and I kind of know him. It seemed like the perfect opening—especially considering how obvious it was that they needed a female perspective.
    Only now I’m not so sure that’s what they needed, after all. Keegan still hasn’t moved or blinked. I’m not even sure he’s still breathing. He just keeps staring at me, eyes big and round and mouth just a little bit agape. What makes it even worse is that I stare back like a total and complete idiot.
    Someone needs to do something, and several more awkward seconds tick by