Synopsis
A New Adult Comedy
When Sydney Porter transfers to Northern University, she’s ready to put her past behind her. Landing a job on campus as an irreverent radio personality, she uses the anonymity to air all the campus dirty laundry—earning the infamous Sunday Lane more than a few enemies. But her true passion is spinning records, even if Drunk Earl is her biggest fan.
Sydney’s junior year kicks off with the promise to be amazing. Or at least it does until Gray Peters, hotshot quarterback, unexpectedly reenters the scene. His presence threatens to destroy everything she has going, as well as resurrecting a night Sydney never wants to remember or repeat. She’d run away like a coward, but this time she's determined to stay and fight.
A twisted battle of wit and trickery ensues, with one common goal—vengeance. Sydney and Gray set out to make each other miserable. But misery loves company, and soon, walls are destroyed and truths are revealed that could change their future forever.
Copyright © 2015 K.F. Germaine
Published: K.F. Germaine 2015
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Editing: Gathering Leaves Editing
Creative consultant: Boxcar Betty
Cover design: K.F. Germaine
Stock photos courtesy Fotosearch ®
Dedication
Dedicated to romantic comedy movie (and book) lovers worldwide.
It’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring – Marilyn Monroe
These ‘Sweet Beats’ are available on Google Music under “Devious Minds”
Sara Smile … The Bird And The Bee
Shot Me Down (feat. Skylar) … David Guetta
Banana Pancakes … Jack Johnson
Danger (Been So Long) … Mystikal feat. Nivea
Don’t You (Forget About Me) … Simple Minds
Left Hand Free … Alt-J
Make It Bun Dem … Skrillex
Apollo (Acoustic Version) … Hardwell
I Wanna Make It Wit Chu … Desert Sessions
Lips Like Sugar … Echo And The Bunnymen
Needles … The Pack A.D.
Ice Age … How To Destroy Angels
Crave You … Fight Facilities
Sad Sad City … Ghostland Observatory
Beat of Her Heart … Gungor
Queen … Perfume Genius
Until I Open My Wings … Small Wonder
Table of contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter One
“What… the… hell?” I took my best guess at what Brian was screaming from behind the soundproof glass. “Are you saying what the hell, Brian?” Maybe he was just eager to play a game of Charades.
Forming a circle with my hand, I slapped it over my right eye. “Movie, right? Two syllables or one?”
Brian shook his head and flipped me the bird with both hands.
“Okay. Two syllables.” I wrote my answer on a piece of paper, showing him the words Syd Rocks against the thick studio glass. “I know this already. That one’s too easy.”
Slamming down his headphones, Brian pushed his chair away from his desk and charged around the corner. When he burst into the studio, I casually sipped my energy drink, nodding my head to Hall & Oates’s “Sara Smile” playing over the air.
“What, Brian? Hall & Oates is making a comeback. You heard it from me first. You should feel privileged.”
“What the hell, Sydney? You can’t just walk in here, take over the airwaves of the entire campus, and say, ‘This goes out that one girl… Can’t remember her name… Oh, yes, I can. FYI, she’s got the clap,’ then put on ‘Sara Smile.’”
“There’s fifteen thousand kids on this campus. If I’m doing my math correctly, which I’m not, there’s at least a thousand potential Saras floating around out there. Come on, it’s funny. Which is why you gave me this spot to begin with… I’m funny, remember?”
When Brian fished me out of my Sexual Evolution class three weeks ago, he was fairly warned. I said what I wanted over the air, and he wasn’t allowed to stifle my creativity. That was my one demand. He got word I was the infamous Patty-Mouth, a radio personality/partial celebrity at my community college. Here at Northern, I went by Sunday Lane: a cheeky, no-filters personality who picked apart university flaws and campus morons. My anonymity allowed me abundant freedom over the air. And you can’t insult people without anonymity or you start to receive death threats.
“That’s irresponsible journalism, Syd.”
“Good thing I’m not a journalist. I’m a personality, remember? And I’m anonymous, so don’t worry about it. No girl in her right mind will admit I’m talking about her STD.”
The song ended, and I switched my microphone back on. Brian hovered over me with a pointed stare. “Fix this.”
“Hey there, Northern. I’ve been not-so-politely informed that I shouldn’t have outed Sara for her clap and terrible taste in men.”
Brian growled from behind me.