Only
Friends
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This is a work of fiction. Although places and objects are real, the characters and the story are completely fictional. Any resemblance is merely a coincidence.
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Author(s): Kira Freitas
Edition year: 2019
Cover designer: Vanessa Freitas
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Only Friends
Book 01 of the A Novel Destinations
Brooke Evans has plans to graduate from Harvard Law School, but for this, she has the difficult mission of graduating from her chosen course in her first year. Born and raised in high society, daughter of rich parents, Brooke follows rules to please the family, so is always reserved. But deep down she hates all the ostentation of her parents, and the snobbish people with whom they and their fiancé live together. To achieve higher grades in the course and graduate with honors, Brooke should serve as a tutor in a complementary job. The problem is that his pupil is no less than Ryder Taylor, the most coveted bady boy on the New York University campus. Brooke doesn't like him at all, because Ryder is arrogant, arrogant, overbearing and dismissive in everything he does. To know that he's your only salvation leaves you upset. Only Ryder also needs Brooke's knowledge to make up for lost time. Because of his innumerable faults, he is about to fail the philosophy course and the only way to recover his notes is to form a duo with the most nerdy and sharp-spoken girl he has ever met. Little by little, an unusual friendship happens, evolving into a passion that will change the lives of both.
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Only Friends
Index
Chapter 01
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
About the author
Other Works
Chapter 01
Brooke
My scream echoes all over the small room in the accommodation on the university campus. I look at the clock and see that it was late, because the hands were seven and a half in the morning. In four years of studying philosophy, I had never been late. That would be the first time. First and only!
I think as I run from side to side, tripping over an old armchair in the corner between the bedroom and the bathroom. Jane, my best friend, had already gotten up or simply hadn't slept in her bed that night. Smiling, I think I'll share the dorm with some crazy woman.
Jane also studied philosophy at UNY and, like me, she didn't go home because her parents were as crazy as mine. We were in our senior year, with only one semester to go until graduation, but I still had a long way to go to get a scholarship to study law at Harvard.
My father owned a multinational company and wanted me to study at Yale, because that's where he and my mother graduated, but I always dreamed of going to Harvard. For this reason, I began to save money to pay for college, since my father had said that he wouldn't pay for my studies if they weren't at Yale. My mother was director and owner of a country club. Every year she promoted a debutante ball, and women from high society made sure to register their daughters for the event. They had etiquette class once a week. It was ridiculous that there was still the clowning of presenting daughters to society and offering them as cattle to the boys of the richest families. I hated that little world of theirs. My mother made me attend events once a week. I barely had time for myself, as I study at random times and work nights as a waitress at a nightclub near the university campus. My parents loved all that status and lived traveling at company conferences. I could barely find them, so they left me with an unlimited credit card and a large allowance to spend the month while they were traveling, but I converted most of the money into a booklet for my trip to Harvard and spent only my salary.
I didn't like nights and parties very much, so it was easy to save money and use the card only for food and, from time to time if necessary, shoes or clothes. I'd like to be reserved, so Aron's friends, my boyfriend, didn't like me very much. He was the captain of the basketball team and very popular on campus. He was surrounded by snobby, fake people, who I only put up with because I was his girlfriend. He was guaranteed a scholarship to the Harvard team because of his performance in the games. Aron also studied philosophy and intended to pursue his father's career, who was a well-known promoter for defending politicians and wealthy people. He was the total opposite of me. Sometimes I wonder what I was doing next to him, but that was Aron's way of being and I love him anyway.
Aron had some friends with whom he was practically stuck. It was the boys on the team and their respective girlfriends who were obviously cheerleaders. Tiffany Dowson was the only one who didn't date anyone on the team. She was the only one who had grown up with us and was always flattering me. I knew it was pure falsehood, but I was trying to be nice. I was considered the geek in the group for living with my face in the books.
I'll be ready in ten minutes wearing a pair of jeans, white shirt and a pink cardigan. I wear my sneakers and choose to stop by Starbucks to
