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Beneath the Lone Star Heat

Beneath the Lone Star Heat

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Chapter 1 The Girl Who Doesn't Belong

Word Count: 1019    |    Released on: 22/05/2025

anging from her shoulder, the wheels of her suitcase clacking behind her as she crossed the quad. Her jeans clung to her legs, her white blouse already sticking to h

e muttered under her breath, g

o blend in. She was he

, the whispers, and the suffocating small-town expectations had worn her down like desert wind on sandstone. She was the girl who never went

bout her mom's drinking. Or the fire. Or how a seventeen-ye

As someone bright. Someone

nd a building that looked like it hadn't been updated s

the door before

ady pinned up, and a pile of throw pillows in every possi

turned with a squeal. "You must be my roomie!

ked. "Uh, hi.

t to make memories with you. You're gonna love it here-except, heads up, steer clear of f

linked aga

he whirlwind that was Bia

ed a coveted spot as a junior contributor after sending in a five-part investigative series on local corruption

ned the

oss legend, bad boy, and the university's most controversial legacy

nah s

rch bar. Within seconds, a casca

eir Gone Wild" and "Scandal in the Saddle" dominated the results. One article mentioned how he wrecked a $50,000

and close

er the spoiled rich kid with too many fa

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alone on a bench near the motocro

bleachers was already thick-sorority girls in cutoffs, guys in jerseys, faculty pretendin

e center

i

hen he walked by. The way the other riders looked at him-not with camaraderie b

all, lea

tepped off his bike and sauntered

e was like molasses and gasoline-sm

th The Hornet. I'm supp

s?" He smirked and sat down beside her without waiting for an

," she said, h

ey're exh

e, undeclared major, motocross star, heir to Call

his head,

assuming the answer. You know-'Daddy's money'

his gaze. "

r maybe I just like the speed. The noise. The fa

honest than

tted i

sked, leaning a little

bbo

untry girl. Exp

er foot unde

re pra

am

e him. "Are you a

arm

eara

e it was loud, but because it was real. For

ment, that t

tebook. "I've got

t staying

got ho

head. "Well, I'll be sure to dedicate my

before he coul

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