Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

With her backpack slung over her arm, Bree hurried down the hallway to her dorm room. She’d forgotten her Chem book, and she’d need it that day for a quiz. Professor Cross always let them use their book when he gave them a quiz, and she’d need it since she’d been out late the night before playing in a local club with Sam and hadn’t had time to study.

Dropping her backpack by the door, she grabbed the doorknob, thinking it should be unlocked because Melissa didn’t have class right now. When the door was locked, she was surprised but pulled her key out of her pocket and stuck it in the hole.

The door still didn’t want to open all the way, but Bree was in a hurry and shoved against it anyway. Pushing the door open, she suddenly realized why Melissa had the door locked—and there was a towel shoved under it. Two heads popped up on her roommate’s bed. “Oh, God! Sorry!” Bree averted her eyes, realizing her roommate was tangled in the sheets with a guy, but then, Bree stopped and considered exactly what she’ d just seen as the two of them scrambled to cover themselves.

“Wait--what the hell?” she asked. There was no escaping the situation. “Sam?”

Melissa sat up while the man next to her hid under the bedspread. “Huh? Oh, no. It’s not Sam. I know he looks like Sam… but this is a guy I met last night at the club. Name’s… Ram.”

“Ram?” Anger boiled up in Bree’s blood, and she could feel her face turning red. “Samuel William Fowler! Get your head out of that blanket right now, or so help me God, I will take one of those pillows, shove it over your face, and squeeze the life out of you!”

“Okay, okay!” Sam sat up, the sheet falling down around his waist. “Bree, I’m so sorry. I can explain.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Melissa said, one of her breasts showing where she hadn’t quite secured the blanket.

“Really?” Bree demanded. “Because it looks to me like my roommate and my boyfriend are having sex! That’s what it looks like to me!”

“No, no. It is what it looks like, but I can explain….” Sam said again, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Save it, Sam! You’re an asshole! And you!” She pointed at Melissa. “I never trusted you, you slut!”

“Hey! How dare you call me that!” Melissa said, jumping up and pulling the sheet away from Sam who scrambled to get the blanket in place, not that Bree hadn’t already seen his tiny package. “I was just satisfying his cravings, something you couldn’t do!”

Realizing she was going to be late to class and couldn’t deal with the situation at the moment, Bree grabbed her book off of the stack by her bed and shouted at Sam, “We’re through!”

“No, wait, Bree! You’ve got to give me a chance to explain!”

“Screw you, Sam!” She glared at Melissa, thinking she’d have more words for her later, and headed off to her class.

Tears were streaming down her face as she walked to Chem, but she did her best to stifle them. She didn’t want to let Sam have the satisfaction of knowing she was so upset. At least she hadn’t moved in with him. Of course, if she had, Melissa wouldn’t be her roommate. Thus, Sam likely would’ve never met her. But… he would’ve found someone else to cheat with. A cheater would always find someone to cheat with.

Bree arrived in class and held her emotions in check long enough to get through her quiz. As soon as class was over, she headed back to her room, done with school for the day. She prayed that Melissa wouldn’t be there. The last thing she wanted was to see that lying bitch.

to talk to her. She had nothing to

stench of their sweaty bodies lingered in the air. Bree picked up a bottle of Febreze she had in

are you doing? It smells like a goddamn

have

said, going back to her

time, but she

need you to be my friend, bitch. I don’t have any friends that are

even sorry. “You’re a horrible

why you’re so upset.

stupid bitch.” How in the world was Bree supposed to live with this person for

her. She just

went out to the lounge. Something told her, she’d be spending a lot of

was nervous. Bree didn’t stop the song she was practicing, realizing she’d made another mistake

said as she finished that song. “We

have absolutely nothing to say

you’re mad. I don’t blame you. I didn’t mean

hell,” Bree replied, starting another

so good. She meant nothing

her and leapt to her feet. “You know how I feel about

scheduled already. We were

I did for years before I met you. I don’t need you, Sam, and I don’t have time

the guys who’d helped Melissa move in back

fine. Sam was just

hand through his unruly hair and limped away, knowing Jeff could take him

hot breath, Bree picked up her guitar and started playing again, hoping she could lose herself in her music. She heard footsteps close by

right? He cheated on

“Not now, Jeff….”

hey, when you’re ready, you