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  Not into you

  Charlotte Byrd

  Contents

  About Not into You Duet

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  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

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

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  About Not into You Duet

  I hate you.

  I hate the way you talk.

  I hate your swagger and your attitude.

  Once, you were everything that I wanted. After you left, I lost everything.

  But then you waltzed back into my life: confident, cocky, and as dark and as beautiful as ever.

  You never cheated and you never lied, but that doesn’t mean that what you did didn’t hurt.

  My hatred for you is a fire, you’ll never extinguish.

  You know this and you take my hand anyway. I want to push you away, but you won’t let me.

  What happens when I start to cave?

  What happens when all of my rage becomes the opposite of hate?

  ** NOT INTO YOU is the first book of the bestselling author Charlotte Byrd’s enemies-to-lovers DUET that will leave you head spinning.

  It was previously published as One Semester but the text has been substantially expanded and revised.

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  “Fast-paced romantic suspense filled with twists and turns, danger, betrayal, and so much more.” ★★★★★

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  About Charlotte Byrd

  Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of romantic suspense novels. She has sold over 600,000 books and has been translated into five languages.

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  Not into you Duet

  Not into you

  Still not into you

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  Tell Me to Stop

  Tell Me to Go

  Tell Me to Stay

  Tell Me to Run

  Tell Me to Fight

  Tell Me to Lie

  Tangled Series

  Tangled up in Ice

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  Black Series

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  Black Rules

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  Lavish Trilogy

  Lavish Lies

  Lavish Betrayal

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  Debt

  Offer

  Unknown

  Dressing Mr. Dalton

  1

  I walk into my dorm room for the first time and take a deep breath. This is the beginning of something new. Something special. All through high school, I felt like college was going to be some sort of epilogue in the chapters of my life. It was everything I worked for, everything I tried so hard to achieve. While everyone else was hanging out, drinking, and going to parties, I kept my nose in my books. When this day finally arrived, it no longer felt like an epilogue. No, this is a prologue. The beginning of something special.

  “What a large room!” my mom exclaims, looking around my new home. The room is quite spacious. However, it’s not quite like the wall’s college students have on television and in movies. The ceiling is pretty high, but the walls are made of painted cinderblocks. White. Barren. So unlike the cozy, light pink room that I have back home.

  I walk over to the window. It’s a beautiful late August day. I’m on the 16th floor and from here, I can see into other people’s apartments across the street.

  “I just can’t believe that I’m here.” I turn around with a puddle of tears stacking up on the bottom of my eyelids. “In New York.”

  “Oh, sweetie.” My mom puts her arms around me. She knows this has been my dream since I was in middle school. Mom gives me a quick hug and looks out of the window with me.

  “I just don’t know how people live here. It’s so crammed!”

  I smile. My mom is not a fan of New York. I grew up in Calabasas, a town just north of Los Angeles, where the sky is almost always cloudless and blue and the temperature never gets cooler than seventy degrees Fahrenheit. My family’s upper middle class, but not what’s considered rich. At least not by LA standards. Still, our family of five lived comfortably in a 3,000 square foot house with a 6,000 square foot yard and a pool.

  “I hope you have nice roommates,” Mom says.

  “Of course she will,” Dad pipes in. He’s standing in the doorway, clearly not impressed. “I just can’t believe that this room costs $17,000 a year and you have three other roommates!”

  Mom and I laugh it off. Even though my dad isn’t cheap, he always likes to complain about how much things cost.

  “Suite mates,” I correct him. “I have one roommate and three suite mates.” Our rooms are separated by a living room with a little kitchen and there’s only one bathroom for everyone to share.

  “The room would be just as big if I’d gone to USC and the school would’ve cost just as much,” I add. University of Southern California is both of my parents’ alma mater. That’s where they met thirty years ago.

  “Yeah, at least you would’ve been closer to home and wouldn’t need a plane ticket to come see us.” He shrugs. I roll my eyes. We’ve been over this thousands of times before. Now, they joke about it more than anything else. They both know that Columbia has been my dream school for as long as I could remember and when I got my acceptance packet, I think pretty much everyone knew that that’s where I was headed.

  “I’d just like to see you when it gets into the 20s and 30s here and you have class at 8 a.m.,” Mom says. “It’s not always this nice out from what I hear.”

  “I was fine in Colorado,” I say. Except that I’m terrified of the cold. I can’t wait for the changing leaves and the beautiful crisp fall, but the long hard winter? I don’t know.

  Both of my parents laugh. “A few week-long skiing trips hardly qualify as experience. Besides, Winter Park is a small, sunny town. A six-month winter in New York where everything gets slushy and the snow is black from the cars and the pollution is something else entirely,” Mom says.

  I nod.

  “I think I’ll manage,” I say, putting on a brave face. I turn away from the window to change the topic.

  “So which bed do you think I should choose?” The room has two of everything. Two beds. Two standing wardrobes. Two desks. Two chairs. Two windows. One looking out on 116th Street. One looking out onto Broadway.

  “If you take this one onto 116th Street, it should be a little quieter,” Mom says just as an ambulance turns on its siren and rushes down the street. “Or maybe not.”

  I decide on that one anyway.

  “If you two are done staring at the blank room, I think it’s about time to go back downstairs and get more of your stuff, young lady,” Dad says, glued to his cell phone.

  My mom and dad are both doctors, but they recently started a clinical trials consulting firm, which has made them busier than they’ve ever been when they were in practice.

  “I’ll be right down,” I say. “I’m just going to put some of these things away.”

  Right after Mom and Dad leave, the door swings open and a tall, voluptuous brunette walks in.

  “Alice?” she asks. Her whole face lights up, putting me at ease.

  “Doreen?” I ask.

  “Oh, no, no, no.” She shakes her head. I extend my hand, but she pulls me into a warm hug instead. “Call me Juliet, please. I hate Doreen.”

  “Okay.” I nod. Coming from LA, I’m well familiar with name changes. Three girls at my school changed their names officially before they got their boob jobs before graduation.

  “Oh my God, you’re so cute!” She laughs. “And little. You’re from LA, right? You have to tell me your secret. Agh, why am I still holding this?”

  She drops her bags onto her bed and leans the long mirror she’s carrying against the wall. “I thought we’d hang this on the door.”

  Aha! I finally realize it. That’s what’s weird about this room; there are no mirrors.

  “Great idea. I completely forgot to bring a lengthwise mirror,” I say. “Actually, I thought there would be one here.”

  At home, I have three in my room. I help Juliet hang the mirror on the back of our door and try to see if it still closes. It swings along with the door, but we’re just going to be careful.

  “So?” Juliet turns to me. “What’s your secret?”

  “Secret?”

  “In staying so small. I know you LA girls have your ways.”

  I smile. I look at myself in the mirror. Skinny j
eans, size one, flip-flops, white t-shirt. No bra. 32A breasts. Long scraggly blonde hair. Hardly any makeup. Next to Juliet, I look like a child. She tosses her dark curls over her head to give them more volume and reapplies her bright red lipstick. She’s wearing fake lashes and every part of her face is contoured, giving her beautiful highlights across her forehead and bringing out her cheekbones.

  “No secret, really.” I shrug. I’ve had plenty of my own issues with weight.

  “Agh, if you say eat healthy and exercise, I’m going to throw up.”

  “You definitely don’t hold back, do you?” I smile.