Broken #2 (The Broken Series - Book #2)

BROKEN
#2

Book
2

By
Claire Adams

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book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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© 2014 Claire Adams

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Chapter One

Natalie

My eyes fluttered open
reluctantly; oh God, they did not want to open. I closed them again slowly, and
felt nausea roll through my stomach. I was groggy, and slow to move. I opened
my eyes again, and found that I was not in my own bed, though I guess I hadn't
been for a week. Still, I hadn't anticipated waking up in Jet's bed that
morning. I rubbed at my eyes and considered falling back to sleep, until I
realized I was the only one in the bed.

Where
was Jet? Why wasn't he sleeping beside me?

The sun shone through the window,
and I wondered what time it was. I glanced over at the clock Jet had on his
nightstand, and it dawned on me quite literally that it was early. It was 7:30 a.m.,
where had Jet gone so early in the morning without leaving me a note?

My head was pounding hard, as if
little excavators were digging for diamonds in my brain. Ugh, I hated hangovers;
they made me regret drinking so much the night before. I would say that I would
never drink again after that moment, but I knew that would just be a lie. My
throat was dry, and I needed to get some water immediately, and some
painkillers, if I could find them. That would have to wait a bit, however,
because the thought of moving made the nausea roll through my body once again. I
really did not want to start vomiting in Jet's room―that would be
mortifying, at best.

Speaking of embarrassment, I thought
about my actions last night, and blushed furiously. I must have been quite a
sight showing up at Jet's place and throwing myself at him. I tried to remember
how good the sex was, and had to assume that in my drunkenness I had made a
fool of myself. I had no idea if I had been any good, or if he just got what he
needed from it, and that was that.

I had to assume I was a disaster,
otherwise, why hadn't he stayed here with me? Instead I woke up alone, unsure
of what he thought ... or felt after the night we had together.

God, I was an idiot.

I rolled over onto my side,
frustration building up inside of me. Sometimes I allowed my emotions to rule
my life, to the point where I made terrible decisions. Benny had suggested a
one night stand would be good for me, that it might help me get over my ex. So
maybe I should just chalk last night up to being a step closer to getting over
my past. There was no need to worry about the future, or the fact that I made a
mistake with Jet. Just enjoy the moment, and the fact that I hadn't thought
about my ex in days, and just be happy with that.

Why did I need to get drunk last
night?

What was worse was that I had
allowed jealousy to propel me into the arms of a guy who would only use me and
throw me away. I had thought he was trying to take a girl home for sex, and it
turned out she was only his cousin. Why had I cared who it was, and what he was
planning on doing with her? I had to stop obsessing over someone who wasn't
meant to be a part of my life. I didn't want him to be a part of
it, that
was the most important thing.

He was just like my last
boyfriend.
No. Thank.
You
.

I could certainly blame alcohol
for being in the position that I was in but it was more than that. I had to
couple alcohol with
stupidity,
because that was the
only explanation I had for my stupid behavior.
Of all guys to
end up in bed with.

I had to get up and get out of
there. I would no longer be crashing at Jet's pad; it was foolish for me to
even be there in the first place.
Especially now.

I pulled off the sheet and went
to get out of the bed, when Kyle opened the bedroom door and walked in.

“Hey Jet, man are you getting up?
I didn't hear
your
alar—”

I grabbed the sheet and tried to
cover myself up as quickly as possible, but how much he saw was hard to
determine. My cheeks
glowed
a bright crimson, and I
had a hard time meeting his eyes.

“Oh God, I'm sorry. I had no idea
anyone but Jet was in here. Uh, I didn't hear his alarm, so I thought he slept
in ... or something. His door isn't usually closed unless he's still sleeping.”
He was rambling.

“Or there's a naked girl in the
room.” I smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, or that, too.
Sorry.”

“Don't sweat it.”

“It's Natalie, right?”

“Yes, we met last week.”

He looked sheepish, but had no
problem with meeting my eyes. “Yeah, that's right.”

 
I smiled with the sheet wrapped more tightly
around me.

“I've heard a lot about you.”

I couldn't help but think that
this was probably one of the most inappropriate moments to discuss such things
since I was naked under a sheet and I was fairly certain he had seen more than
one exposed body part.

“Oh, is that right?” I said, not
really knowing what to say.

“Yeah, Jet talks about you a
lot.”

I couldn't even believe he was
still standing there talking to me. He was either really slow, or he enjoyed
being in the same room with me naked. Or maybe he just enjoyed making me
uncomfortable. I decided not to respond, in the hopes that he would take a hint
and get the hell out of Jet's room.

There was an awkward silence
between us before he said, “Okay, well nice seeing you again...”

He smiled before he turned around
and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sat there momentarily, not
being able to believe what had just happened. Hopefully the vision he had of me
before I was able to cover myself with the sheet would disappear. I rolled my
eyes, and decided to get the hell out of there while I could. I dressed quickly
and lay back down briefly to rest my eyes before leaving.
But
I was still hung over and tired, and I slipped back to sleep without realizing
it.

Chapter Two

Jet

I pulled into a parking spot at
the college, and got out of my car. I grabbed my gym bag and headed inside. I
headed straight for the locker room to get changed. I grabbed my gear out of my
locker and pulled my shorts and T-shirt out of my gym bag, and changed for
training. I was meeting my brother, Craig, at the gym that day. We were going
to lift some weights and get a little jacked. He was part of the MMA fighting
team too, but was a lowerclassman. My brother and I were close, and we often
trained and hung out together.

I left the locker room, and
headed out to the training area to find my brother. I saw my coach training a
few guys, and waved to him as I headed to the weight area.

“Hey Jet, how are you doing?”

“Good man. Have you seen my
brother?”

He shrugged. “No. But I haven't
been around the gym yet. He could have slipped by me.”

I laughed. I waved him off, and
continued on to the weight room. Once I arrived, I saw my brother setting up
the bench press because it was chest and shoulder day. He was sliding plates on
the weight bar.

“Hey buddy. Already getting in
there, aren't you?”

“Yeah, can't waste any time. We
are tanks, bro.”

I laughed. I totally loved that
guy. I patted him on the shoulder and went to assess the weight situation. We
weren't bodybuilders but we lifted pretty well. I liked weight days. It was
good for the ego to lift weights, and feel so much stronger.

“Okay, you do the first set, and
I will spot you,” I offered.

“Sounds good.”

He lay himself down on the bench
and braced himself under the bar. I stood in front of him, ready to take the
bar if needed. He brought it down slowly to his chest and pushed it up. He did
a set of ten with solid weight before he sat up and we pumped fists. He did two
more sets like that, adding weight each time.

It was then my turn. I weighed a
little more than he did, so I could lift more. He spotted me, and I took it to
eight each time. When my sets were done, I went to the water cooler to get a
drink. When I came back, he got 60 pound free weights for each arm and did
chest presses again. We each worked those sets until we were dripping sweat off
our bodies.

“So how's life, man? What have
you been doing these days?
Haven't seen you in a bit.”

“Not much, really.
Training for
the fights.
Been out a few times, but mostly training,
man.
And of course school too, but let’s be honest, it's not my focus.”

Craig laughed at that.
“No doubt.
Heading for the big time, man.”

“You know it.”

“So what about the ladies?
I heard you screwed some art
student,” he laughed. “Not really your regular type there, is it?”

I didn't like what he said, and I
bristled briefly, not saying anything. Fucking Kyle; I could almost kill the
guy for opening his mouth, apparently all over campus. He didn't even hang out
with my brother, and yet my brother had heard the same gossip everyone else
had. I didn't like that my teammates knew about her, and assumed she was just
some girl I banged one night. I certainly wasn't going to add insult to injury
by continuing on with that kind of talk. There was no way I was going to
continue on with the rumors, and make the situation worse. I was lucky that
Natalie was still talking to me…and fucking me.

“Let's not talk about the girls
in my life. How about we talk about the chunky girl you are still dating. Why
haven't you unloaded her by now?”

“What the hell are you talking
about?”

“Your girlfriend, man.
Why are you talking about Natalie?
Look at your girlfriend. She put on, like, 20 pounds since you started dating.
Why don't you drag her in here? She used to be hot, but she's not anymore.”

“Crystal isn't fat.”

I laughed.
“If
you say so.”

I could tell I was getting a rise
out of him and it's exactly what I wanted―for the topic to get off of
Natalie.
 

“You're a dick, man.”

“
Ahhh
,
I'm just busting your balls. I love Crystal; you know that. But you should
bring her to the gym sometime.”

“Let's just finish this workout,
and get the hell out of here.”

I loved my brother, but he was
easy to get to if I really wanted to. When he met Crystal, she was a sweet
piece of work. All ass and tits, and everything was firm. They had been
together for two years now, and she just gotten a little too comfortable in the
relationship with her fighter boyfriend, and had eaten one too many bag of
chips. She no longer went to the gym, and although it was true she wasn't fat,
she could definitely stand to lose the 20 pounds she packed on. Craig was
sensitive about the issue, because he didn't like the extra weight she had
gained. They often fought about it because Crystal didn't like him bringing up
her weight. Anyway, the two of them had issues, and if I ever needed to change
the subject, bringing her up was a great way to do that.

We set ourselves up to do
chin-ups, and we worked at doing 25, which was a sick amount. When I finished
my set, every muscle in my upper body burned, especially my arms that felt like
noodles. Next, Craig did a set of 15 chin-ups, and then we went to do shoulder
presses.

We continued on through our
workout, hitting chest, shoulders, and we finished up with abs. We continued
chatting about nonsense, and the conversation never went back to Natalie, which
I was relieved about.

“When was the last time you
talked to Mom?” Craig asked me.

“I don't know, last week I guess.
Why?”

“Oh just wondering. She invited
Crystal to some benefit, and she wants me to go with her. Are you going?”