A Broken Dreams Novella
She’s his best friend’s little sister. He’s the biggest player of them all.
They shouldn’t be together. But this summer’s just too tempting.
Sixteen-year-old Emilia Moretti’s goal for the summer is simple: forget her brother’s best friend—Nick Grawsky—ever existed. It should be easy: He’s spending his summer in the Hamptons, adding girls in tiny bikinis to his list of broken hearts. Guarantee he won’t be telling them they’re like his little sisters. This summer, Emilia won’t stay awake at night thinking about him. She’ll need flawless ballet movements to have a shot at next year’s showcase, and she’s finally ready to search for her birth parents. But when Nick decides to stay in the city, Emilia’s resolve disappears in a pirouette. Maybe it’s the spin they needed to be together. As long as she doesn’t get stuck believing in happily ever after…
Nick is tired of pretending to be the happy, let’s-have-fun guy. His father wants him to change his career from professional dancer to…lawyer. He needs to put all of his focus on dancing to prove to Daddy Dearest he’s good enough to make it big. And he may have a case of the bluest balls in history courtesy of Emilia. She’s off-limits: The bro code with Roberto even forbids the dirty thoughts he has about her. Besides, he’s not boyfriend material. He only has time for flings, for girls who don’t expect much, for girls he doesn’t want to kiss goodnight. He knows he should resist her, but he’s not sure he wants to…
At least for this summer.
It’s going to be a summer like no other.
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[From Chapter 13 – Em]
I look up in the sky. “I like you,” I whisper. “I really really like you.” He tenses behind me and I know he’s looking for an easy way out. I should feel hurt, or confused, or sad, or disappointed, or angry. But instead, I look at him, daring him to say something.
“We should get going,” he says. And random laughter bursts out of me. I was trying to stay serious, I swear. And maybe my laugh sounds wrong, kind of like a sad clown’s laugh.
“You don’t like to talk about your feelings. You love to show up with one random girl after the other, but did you ever confide in them? Do they know you?” I slap my hand on my mouth. No-Filter-Em: that should be my nickname or my superhero name. No-Filter-Em to the rescue! I giggle at my own joke and sip a bit of my drink, but he gently takes it away. “I talk too much, don’t I? It’s like I don’t have a filter. I mean, it’s not that I don’t have a filter. I don’t want to have one with you. With you, I feel like I can talk about anything and you won’t judge me, you won’t make fun of me. Well, you might make fun of me. But not in a mean way.” My stomach churns and I roll on my side, stretching, trying to make the feeling go away, but it’s there and soon I feel like retching. “I think I’m going to get sick.”
“Let’s get you out of here.” Nick jumps to his feet. Nick doesn’t need a nickname, he acts like a superhero in my mind most of the times, except with all those girls. I hold on to my stomach. “Take my hand,” he says and pulls me up. “The bathroom’s over there.”
“I won’t make it.” I moan and wobble to the side. There are only a few people scattered around. And I throw up in the bushes. “Oh my God, everything’s spinning.”
”You can do this, come on.” He wraps an arm around my waist.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimper. “I d-d-didn’t mean to throw up like this.” My steps are hesitant, and my stomach gurgles.
Nick stops suddenly and I’m about to protest that everything spins again, when he gently wipes my mouth with cold water. We’re by one of the water fountains that joggers use, and he’s wetting one of the napkins from my picnic basket into the splashing water. “You’re fine. You’ll be fine,” he says so tenderly that I want to kiss him. But instead, I mutter, “I really do like you.”
He smiles and leads me back to the streets. People pass by us, cars rush by. He drops the basket on the ground and still holding me, he picks up his cell with his other hand. “Hey John, can you come and pick me up? I’m on West Seventy-Seventh Street, by Central Park.”
He hangs up quickly and then calls for one of the vendors close by. “I need a water bottle.”
“I’m tired,” I say and wiggle out of his embrace. “I need to sit.” And I do. And I yawn. And I want to sleep so badly.
“Come on, drink some water,” Nick says, crouching next to me. People are walking around us. I should get up. But my legs are so tired. I take a sip.
I hold on to his arm, drinking one more gulp.
“I don’t know my limits. And that cocktail was good. So. Yums. I never say ‘yums.’ I usually say ‘yummy.’ It was yummy yums.” This is funny. Yummy yums. I giggle but then sigh. “My stomach’s still not happy.”
Nick slowly caresses my forehead. And maybe I’ve closed my eyes for a second. “The car’s here,” he says. I’m still wobbly when I stand up.
The black sedan pulls in front of us.
And his father opens the door.
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