Kiss Me Like This (The Morrisons #1)(60)
Author: Bella Andre

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ten minutes later, Serena was in her usual spot in the library, but she couldn’t settle down. Not when everything around her reminded her of Sean. Surprising her the day those first pictures had come out. Showing her the photographs—and a deeply hidden part of himself—in the archives downstairs. Picking her up to take her to play Frisbee Golf. Surprising her with the bag full of Stanford Football clothes and face paint for one of their normal dates…and her surprising him right back by launching herself at him at the top of the stairs and kissing him. And then, on their most recent Friday night date, being surprised when he’d unzipped her bag and found tequila in it.

All the sweet and sexy moments blurred in her brain, making it nearly impossible for her to focus the way she needed to. But if she blew this presentation that made up fifty percent of her grade for the quarter, movie or not, her grade point average would be too low for the admissions department to change her probationary acceptance to permanent.

Pushing the hair out of her face, she stared down at her notes and made herself carefully and deliberately go through them line by line, page by page. It took a little while, but finally, she started to sink back into the material the way she usually did. In fact, an hour later, when she finally thought to check her phone just in case Sean or Abi needed anything, she was surprised to see Smith Sullivan’s name on the screen.

She hadn’t heard her phone ring, but it looked like he’d left her a voice mail. Her heart rate immediately kicked into overdrive. And though she hated it when people used their cell phones in the library, she couldn’t wait to get all the way outside before hearing what he had to say.

Holding it up to her ear, she pressed play and Smith’s deep voice rumbled through. “Serena, I wanted to call to tell you how pleased I am that we will be working together on my film. I apologize again that it took this long for everything to be set in stone, and after worrying that we would lose you to other projects and commitments, I’m extremely glad to hear via your mother that you will definitely be able to make our first day of production next week.” He said a few more things, but she could barely take them in and had to replay his message again to take down his full contact information just in case she needed to reach him between now and next week.

She shouldn’t be shocked that her mother would have said Serena had “no other projects or commitments” that would interfere with his movie. And yet, even after the things Genevieve had said to her the day before, she was stunned. Stunned and heartbroken to know that what she wanted mattered so little to the person who had been the center of her world for nineteen years.

She dropped the phone into her bag and when she turned back to her presentation notes, no matter how hard she tried to study them, she just couldn’t stop thinking about Smith’s call…and how if everything went the way her mother was hoping it would, Serena would be on set by this time next week. It would be as though her time here at Stanford—and Sean—had never happened at all, reduced to nothing more than a short little blip in her life.

* * *

Disaster.

Her presentation was a total disaster. It was so bad, in fact, that by the time she fumbled her way to the end no one in her class could even make eye contact with her.

“Serena,” her professor said while the other students all shot out the door as fast as they could, “I’d appreciate it if you could stay behind for a few minutes.”

She felt sick to her stomach. She didn’t get the sense that Professor Fairworth paid much attention to pop culture, but it would just be her lucky day if he’d somehow seen the news reports that she was going to film Smith’s movie. If he had, of course he would assume that she had intentionally wasted his time today with a ridiculously subpar presentation.

“Is everything all right?”

Considering how uncomfortable she’d been around him in those initial weeks, ever since he’d canceled their one-on-one meetings, she hadn’t picked up on any weird vibes. Well, not too many weird vibes, anyway. Granted, she’d been too preoccupied with falling for Sean to notice much about anyone else.

“I’m so sorry about my presentation. I put so much time into preparing for it, but some personal things came up in the last couple of days.”

She hated hearing the excuse come out of her mouth, but for as fatalistic as all of this seemed, now that she’d actually blown the very thing she needed to get right, Serena was struck hard with a fierce need not to give up on everything that she’d had to fight so hard for in the first place. Maybe all of this was the universe telling her that she’d never belonged here anyway…but, darn it, that didn’t change how badly she wanted to be here.

“I know it’s no excuse and that you don’t have to give me any special preference, but if there was any way that I might be able to have a second chance to prove to you that I take your class as seriously as I truly do—”

“Serena, it’s okay.”

Her professor put his hand on her arm to stop her mouth from running on. Perhaps she should have been more startled by the fact that he was touching her, and that he didn’t immediately remove his hand from her bare skin, but she was so full of hope that he was going to give her another chance, the thought of pulling away didn’t even cross her mind.

“It is?” Could this be the real sign that she was going to figure out a way to make it all work, after all? “I was so worried that you would think I’d flaked out, but I swear I haven’t.”

“Breathe,” he said as he moved to draw her closer and began to stroke her back. “Just a few deep breaths will help. And then we can talk about our next step.”

Finally—and with such suddenness that it stole her breath along with the relief she’d momentarily felt—wariness came. Along with a hit of fear as she realized that she’d just walked into her professor’s arms.

Carefully, she took a small step back. “Thank you for agreeing to give me another shot at getting this presentation right. If I could have a couple of extra days to make a new plan for it, I know I could do a much better job.”

“Absolutely, Serena, although I’m sure you agree that it would be best if you did your repeat performance outside of class. Otherwise, I expect your fellow students might wonder where their second chances are. We wouldn’t want them to think you’re getting any special treatment just because your picture is everywhere.”