Rebound (Pro-U Book 3)

  Rebound

  Pro-U, Book 3

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  ALI PARKER

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  Free Novella

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

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  Micah Sanders has dreamed of playing in the NBA his whole life, but sustaining an injury the summer before his senior year means he's going to have to push in way he didn't think possible. He's willing to put in the work and effort to make a full recovery, but life quickly gets in the way as it always does.

  Natasha Kelly is the spunky center for the girls' basketball team and could care less about playing a sport her father loves more than life. Her only purpose for spending her time on the court instead of the dance hall is to prove that she's not anything like her mother. When push comes to shove, she's forced to help a new friend get back on his feet, and in the midst of that journey finds herself lost to him.

  Do good guys really win or are they just the perfect rebound?

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  Rebound

  Pro-U Book 3

  Copyright © 2016 by Ali Parker

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  The novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and plot are all either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter 1

  Micah

  "Up next, we have a Providence University junior. Miss Emily Campbell," the announcer's voice blared over the speakers far above our heads as we sat in the gym all huddled together.

  "Come on, Em. You got this." I sat up tall and scanned the far side of the room, looking for Jacob Wright, my best friend and president of our fraternity at Providence. Him and Emily had finally given in and started something that looked like lustful dating. I could only hope that he didn't fuck things up. I'd hate to have to move from being a good guy to beating his ass endlessly over her. She was like a sister to me. She reminded me too much of Lyndsay, my own sister, not to be.

  "Move over." Jacob bounded up the stairs and dropped down next to me, the smile on his face causing one to lift my lips as well. He was in love. Whether the bastard knew it or not, Emily had him headed toward something long-term and lasting. The biggest whore at Providence University had met his match. It was almost comical.

  "Oh God, I hope this goes well." Natasha Kelly leaned forward and pressed her hands to her face as she sat on the other side of Jacob. "I can't look."

  "Come on, Tasha. You know Em has this. Coach Rhodes has been prepping her to be head cheerleader since she got to Providence." Jacob leaned toward Tasha, pressing his shoulder against her and smiling.

  I wanted to respond, but I couldn't seem to form a single coherent sentence around the girl. Between her short white-blond hair, petite frame and beautiful face... I was lost. Like far more lost than I'd ever been over a girl before. I was grateful for the ability to keep a facade in place at all times like my father had done my whole life. I'd seen the man smile twice - maybe. Where I was a little more relaxed than that, I still had the gift of appearing cool and collected when I wasn't anything near it.

  Emily bounded across the room in the longest flip-flop I'd ever seen. She ended with a back flip, and the stands went wild.

  "That's my girl." Jacob cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as a collective giggle rose up from the stands.

  Emily's cheeks turned pink as she moved right into a cheer routine.

  I crossed my arms over my chest and watched her with anticipation of her killing it. We'd been friends since my freshman year, and the bond had only grown over time. She and Jacob were on the short list of people I would try and keep up with once they graduated. I had one more year after everyone left, but it would go fast, or so I hoped.

  Of course, the pretty girl sitting on Jacob's left was at the top of the list as well. Seeing that we hadn't spoken more than fifteen words to each other over the last few years, I figured my chances of getting to know her were slim. It was a good thing Emily was trying to set us up. She was the only one that might be capable of talking Natasha from her shell. I wanted to better understand why the beautiful girl kept to herself in the first place. She had a story to tell, and damn if I didn't want to be front and center when she told it.

  "Yes!" Jacob jumped to his feet as the crowd stood up and exploded in accolades for Em. I got up and clapped loudly before whistling through my fingers for her. A louder whistle resounded to my left, and I glanced over to find Tasha smiling over at me.

  "Show off," I mumbled and winked at her before turning back toward Emily.

  We sat down and a few moments later, they announced that Emily would be head cheerleader for our senior season. The place erupted again, and I moved down off the stands and stood near the back of the room as everyone crowded in. I couldn't have been more happy for her or Jacob, but I sure as hell wished I had someone beside me to enjoy the moment with.

  "You going to the foam party tonight?" Natasha's voice was hard, tough, much like her.

  I glanced around to find her standing just behind me with her arms crossed over her chest. The look on her face said she could care less if I was going and was just trying to be nice and make conversation.

  "Yeah. I figured I would go slide around the floor a little. It'll give Jacob something to give me hell about later. He needs new subject matter anyway." I gave her a cheeky grin and turned back to Emily and Jacob.

  "I'm surprised she let him talk her into anything." She moved up beside me and the smell of her shampoo rolled through my senses. I tried hard not to breathe in and make it obvious that I was into her.

  "He's a smooth cat. I'll give him that."

  "He's a whore, but I guess everyone deserves a chance. At least one." She shrugged and walked past me to move up into the crowd.

  "That include me?" I slipped my hands into my jean pockets and turned to walk out into the late afternoon. The party would be fun later that nig
ht, and hopefully Emily wouldn't let her unsocial roommate get away with not coming.

  I was looking far too forward to seeing her again.

  *

  "You did what?" I glanced over at Jacob as we rode back up to the Jolly Fox together later that night. Emily was out celebrating with Aubrey Moore and some of her other friends from what Jacob said, so us guys were on our own.

  "I paid for her cheerleading stuff for the next year." He shrugged and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. The five o'clock shadow dusting his face left him looking more like twenty-eight than twenty-two, but it was probably a good thing. He was in charge of the rowdiest fraternity house on campus. How I ended up at Omega was still a mystery, but I helped to maintain order and balance, so it worked.

  "What about your own costs for summer soccer league? I love that you helped her out, but what about your stuff?"

  "It's covered. Coach gave me a scholarship to get through it." He shook his head. "It's crazy how you set out to help someone you care about and the fucking universe gives you that shit back."

  I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure how to respond to that."

  "Then don't." He pulled into the parking lot of the club just off campus and turned off the engine. "You gonna let your balls drop tonight?"

  "Meaning?" I unbuckled and got out of his truck.

  "Meaning that you need to man up and ask Natasha out. I saw the way she was hanging around you earlier today. Don't play coy. That shit isn't fitting, bro, and you know it."

  "True." I rolled my shoulders and walked to the door. "If she's here, I'll see if she's up for grabbing a movie sometime."

  "You want me to set you guys up? You know you're shy. You'll never ask her to a movie. Don't play that shit." He snorted and patted my chest before walking into the loudness of the club.

  "Fuck you, too." I walked in behind him and stopped short as the foam machine across the room blew white foam onto the dance floor. It seemed like the whole damn school was already there, laughing and trying to keep their balance in the middle of the madness.

  "Jacob! Micah! Over here guys." Jayce Moore waved us over and lifted a beer as we reached them. His twin sister, Aubrey, her bestie Layla and Emily sat at a table together with several snacks and two pitchers of beer between them.

  "Hey guys. All that's missing is the big man, hm?" Jacob glanced over at Aubrey, who let out a sad sigh and finished her beer in two long gulps.

  "Nice, jackass." Layla gave Jacob a crooked smile as he moved in next to Emily and reached over to snag Layla's beer.

  "What? I meant it in a good way. We all miss Lucas. When is he coming back for another visit?"

  Aubrey shrugged. "I'm not sure."

  "You joining us?" Jayce gave me a smile and scooted over, making room for me.

  "I will in a minute." I turned and let my eyes scan the room.

  "She's not here." Emily's voice caught my attention.

  I turned to face her and chuckled. "How do you know I'm looking for someone?"

  "Aren't you?" She moved over the top of Jacob, swatting at him as he fondled her in front of all of us. "Monster."

  "All yours baby. Keep me locked up?" He chuckled as did the rest of the table.

  "No, I'm not. I just wanted to see if any of the basketball guys were here. It seemed like the whole damn school was there today." I reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. "You did great. I'm super proud of you."

  She moved into my arms, and I stiffened for a minute at the fear that Jacob might think something was up with us. He knew that Em had a special place in my heart, but jealous alpha male bastards were a dime a dozen, and my best friend was no exception to the rule.

  "Thanks for your support, and for being cool with me and Jacob." She moved back, but kept her lithe arms around my waist.

  "Of course. You'll have to tame him a little, but something tells me that you started doing that a long time ago and none of us noticed."

  She smiled. "Yeah. There's a story behind all of this."

  "There always is." I removed her arms from around me and ran my hands down her arms. "How's your mom and your little sister doing?"

  "Good. Mom's going into rehab and Cally will be staying with my aunt for a while. I'm going to try and get more involved in her life just so she has some type of stable relationship besides my aunt." She glanced down toward her feet as her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was breathtaking, and yet the only emotion I could find inside of me where she was concerned was the need to protect her like I would have protected my sister Lyndsay.

  "That's great news. You know I'll go out there with you anytime, right?"

  "Of course." She glanced up. "You know, Tasha asked about you this afternoon."

  "What about me?" I crossed one arm around my waist and brushed my fingers by my lips with my other hand, trying to act much cooler than I felt.

  "She was asking about your degree plan and if the NBA was a stretch goal for you. Just stuff about your future."

  "What did you tell her?" I lifted my eyebrow, interested in hearing what Em thought she knew about me. Our relationship consisted of her talking and me listening, which was fine by me. I wasn't sure what she knew or thought she did, but it wasn't much.

  "To ask you herself." She winked before turning back to the table and crawling into Jacob's arms.

  "I'll be back. I'm going to the restroom." I waved at the group and turned to walk to the restroom. I stepped onto the floor and tried to avoid the foam, but with the people bouncing all around me, I lost my balance.

  "Fuck," I grumbled as my feet slipped out from beneath me and I launched backward. Pain radiated through my wrist as I smacked it on a chair nearby, but it died as I hit the floor beneath me. My head slammed into the hard marble and the world went dim.

  "Micah? Micah?"

  I blinked a few times and lifted my good hand, mumbling that I was fine before I passed out.

  Chapter 2

  Natasha

  "I should have gone to the party." The mantra kept spilling from my lips as I walked around the women’s locker room at the basketball courts on campus. Everyone had gone to the Jolly Fox to help Emily celebrate her win as head cheerleader, and yet I'd taken the coward’s way out and faked a stomach ache.

  She would have come to a celebration that was held in my honor, but she was a much better friend.

  "And far more outgoing." I let out a long breath and walked through the hallway to the courts. Micah was on my mind and as much as I hated it, I knew if he asked... I was going to say yes. I wouldn't be happy about agreeing to go out on a date with him, nor would I lead him to believe anything would become of us, because it wouldn't, but I would still say yes.

  For Emily. Because Emily wanted me to go out with him. Yeah. That was it.

  "Heads-up."

  I lifted my hands out of instinct and caught the basketball that Coach Murphy launched at me.

  "Hey coach." I let the ball roll off my fingers and started to dribble as I moved toward my coach.

  "Hey yourself. How many days were you in here working on your three-pointers last week? I didn't see you haunt this place once." The six-foot-eight thin black woman that had my respect put her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side.

  "That's because you're old and go to bed at seven at night." I moved around her as she tried to go for the ball. "I was here every night from nine to midnight without fail."

  I stopped at the three-point line and lifted up on my toes, sinking the ball into the hoop without touching the net.

  "Nice." She moved up beside me. "Now, do that about ten more times and I'll leave you alone."

  "Why are you wanting me to grow stronger as a shooter? You usually only allow us point guards to take the ball down the court and do the occasional layup." I jogged after the ball.

  "Because we lost Tanya, remember? She was our strongest shooter. We don't have anyone else coming up that's going to be able to score as much as she did. You're the nex
t best thing we have, so I can pull you off your position or have you start working on getting better with your aim."

  "I'll work on my aim. I'm not sure I'd be any good at playing anything but point guard. I'm too damn short." I dribbled back toward her and pivoted as I reached the three-point line. I sunk another one into the hoop again. "Nothing but net."

  She chuckled and clapped her hands. "Come on. Let me give you a little bit of competition."

  I jogged toward the ball. "You sure about that, coach? You know that old bum knee of yours-"

  "Oh no you didn't." She laughed as she jogged toward me.

  I was asking for an ass-whooping, but she was one of my heroes. It was almost an honor to receive one from her.

  "I did. I sure did." I moved around her, juking her once before lifting up for a layup.

  "Not in my house." She smacked the ball away from the hoop and landed on her feet gracefully.

  "Tell me again why you're not playing in the WNBA? You still got it." I picked up the ball and tossed it to her.

  "You think so?" She tucked it under her arm and strutted around the court as I chuckled. "I was the big hit back in my day."

  "I believe it. Stop prancing and let's play." I moved up to guard her as she lifted her eyebrow and gave me a look that should have scared me. I'd been playing my heart out for her for three years. If she hadn't taken me down to the hardwood floor yet, I was pretty sure I was safe.

  "You're going to have to start lifting more in the weight room if you expect the scouts to pay you attention. You're doing all the right things, but missing that one piece." She moved past me with ease. It had to be her height, or so I told myself.

  "I'll put some more time in there this year. I'm hoping my speed and agility will be the thing that catches their eye. Seeing that I'm white and I'm short as shit..." I chuckled as she finished her layup and turned around to eyeball me.