Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 9

Christmas came and went, as did New Year’s Day, and Bree didn't hear from Trent. When she went back to school, he still hadn't called. She'd gotten the impression that he would, so she continued to wait for at least a text from him, but none ever came.

She didn't understand why. He'd finally kissed her, and for Bree, it had been just as magical and amazing as she'd always dreamt it would be. But.... maybe it hadn't been for him. Maybe Trent was not as enamored with her as he had been with the idea of her.

One afternoon, a few days after school started again, she sat on her bed, staring at her phone, debating about whether or not to call him.

Her roommate, Lilly, walked in and sat down on her own bed next to Bree. "What are you doing? Please tell me you're not thinking about calling Jason."

"Oh, God, no." It was enough to make Bree toss her phone aside. "Gross. I'm so glad there was nothing wrong with your car."

"Yeah, the jackass just didn't know how to put gas in it, apparently." She rolled her eyes and picked up her laptop. "So, what were you doing?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. Just thinking about calling one of my friends I saw at the cabin. Things were kind of weird when I left. I just wanted to see if he was okay." She tried to play it off, but Lilly could see right through her.

"A friend you wish was more than a friend?"

Bree shrugged. She'd never told her anything about Trent, only mentioned his name a few times when she was talking about her friends in general. "It doesn't matter. I'm not calling him anyway."

"Well, I just saw that other music major who lives a few rooms down out in the commons area. He was practicing the guitar. It's that same guy who rescued yours when it was stolen. Maybe you should go talk to him. I bet the two of you could make beautiful music together." Lilly wagged her eyebrows at Bree.

"He lives here? I didn't know that." They lived in a coed dormitory, so it didn't surprise her to know a guy lived nearby. She just didn't realize it was the same one who'd gotten her guitar back.

"Yeah. He's super nice. Every time I see him, we chat. He asked about you today. He asked me if I was your roommate and said he'd been at the soup kitchen with you that time. I asked him if he knew about your guitar getting nabbed, and he admitted he was the one who got it back. You should go talk to him. His name is Sam Fowler."

"Maybe I should." Bree looked at her phone again. If she went and talked to Sam, what would happen if Trent did call her? Maybe she should just text Trent first. What if he was waiting for her to text him? A simple, "Hey," never hurt anything.

"Or… you could keep staring at your phone and do nothing." Lilly shrugged and returned her attention to her laptop.

Her roommate was right. It was time Bree took matters into her own hands. If she had done that years ago in the high school parking lot, she wouldn't be staring at her phone now, would she?

With a deep breath, she picked up her phone, opened her contacts, and found Trent's name. "Hey, how's it going?" she asked, and set her phone down.