Maybe Not: A Novella

Maybe Not: A Novella

by Colleen Hoover

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ISBN-13: 9781476799841
Publisher: Atria Books
Publication date: 11/24/2014
Series: Maybe Someday Series
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 112
Sales rank: 26,926
File size: 6 MB

About the Author

Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of SlammedPoint of RetreatThis Girl, HopelessLosing HopeFinding CinderellaMaybe SomedayMaybe NotUgly LoveConfessNovember 9It Ends with Us, and Without Merit. She has won the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Romance three years in a row—for Confess (2015), It Ends with Us (2016), and Without Merit (2017). Confess was adapted into a seven-episode online series. In 2015, Colleen and her family founded The Bookworm Box, a bookstore and monthly subscription service offering signed novels donated by authors. All profits are given to various charities each month to help those in need. Colleen lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Visit

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Maybe Not

Chapter One

I’m convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls.

Which is why I’ll never murder anyone, because there’s no way I can live with this sound for eternity. I can’t even live with it for five seconds.

I reach over and stop the alarm, dreading another day at work. I hate that I have to keep this shitty barista job just to pay for school. At least Ridge lets my sporadic rent checks slide in exchange for my managing his band. It works for now, but God, I hate mornings.

I stretch my arms, bring my hands to my eyes, and begin rubbing the sleep out of them. When my fingers meet my eyes, for a split second I think maybe my worst fears have come true and I’m actually burning in hell, because SHIT! Motherfucker! I’m going to kill him!

“Ridge!” I scream.

Oh, God. It burns.

I stand up and attempt to open my eyes, but they’re stinging too badly for them to be of any use. It’s the oldest prank in the book, and I can’t believe I fell for it. Again.

I can’t find my shorts—God it hurts so bad—so I stumble my way to the bathroom in order to wash the pepper juice from my eyes and hands. I find the doorknob and swing the door open, rushing straight to the sink. I’m pretty sure I hear a girl screaming, but that very well could be me screaming.

I cup my hands beneath the stream of water and bring them up to my eyes, rinsing them over and over until the burn starts to subside. Once my eyes begin to feel relief, my shoulder starts to ache from the repeated blows being delivered to it.

“Get out, you pervert!”

I’m awake enough now to know that I actually did hear a girl screaming, and now that girl is hitting me. In my bathroom.

I grab a hand towel and press it to my eyes while I shield her punches with my elbow.

“I was peeing, you sick bastard! Get out!”

Shit, she hits hard. I still can’t really see her, but I can recognize fists when they’re flying at me. I grab both of her wrists to keep her from assaulting me even more.

“Stop hitting me!” I yell.

The bathroom door that leads to the living room swings open and my left eye is working enough that I can tell Brennan is standing there. “What the hell is going on?” He walks toward us and removes my hands from her wrists and then stands between us. I bring the towel back to my eyes and squeeze them shut.

“He barged in on me while I was peeing!” the girl yells. “And he’s naked!”

I open one eye and glance down. I am, in fact, completely naked.

“Jesus, Warren. Put on some clothes,” Brennan says.

“How was I supposed to know I’d be attacked in my own bathroom?” I say, pointing at her. “Why the hell is she using my bathroom, anyway? Your guests can use your bathroom.”

Brennan immediately holds up two defensive palms. “She didn’t spend the night with me.”

“Gross,” the girl mutters.

I don’t know why Ridge thought it would be a good idea to rent a four-bedroom apartment. Even though one of the bedrooms is empty, that’s still two people too many. Especially when guests spend the night and don’t know about the designated bathrooms.

“Look,” I say, pushing both of them toward the door that leads to the living room. “This is my bathroom and I’d like to use it. I don’t care where she slept or who she slept with; she can use your bathroom. This one’s mine.”

Brennan holds up a finger and turns to face me. “Actually,” he says. “This is a shared bathroom. With that bedroom.” He points to the door that leads to the other bedroom. “And that bedroom now belongs to . . .” He points to the girl. “Bridgette. Your new roommate.”

I pause.

Why did he just call her my roommate?

“What do you mean, roommate? No one asked me if I wanted a new roommate.”

Brennan shrugs. “You rarely pay rent, Warren. You don’t really have a say in who lives here.”

He knows I don’t pay rent because I help manage their band, but Ridge does take on the brunt of the financial expenses. He makes a good point, unfortunately.

This isn’t good. I can’t share a bathroom with a girl. Especially a girl with that good of an arm. And especially a girl with all that bronzed skin.

I look away from her. I hate that she’s hot. I hate that she’s a brunette, because I really like her long, light brown hair and the way it’s pulled back, all messy and shit.


“Well, this has been a really fun bonding moment,” Bridgette says, walking toward me. She shoves my shoulders, pushing me back toward my bedroom. “Now wait your turn, Roomie.”

The bathroom door closes in my face and I’m standing in my room again. Still naked. And maybe a little emasculated.

“You can leave, too,” I hear her say to Brennan, right before the door to the living room slams shut. Seconds later, the water begins running in the shower.

She’s in the shower.

My shower.

She’s probably taking off her shirt right now, tossing it on the floor, pulling her panties down over her hips.

I’m fucked.

My apartment is my sanctuary. My man cave. The only place I can go where my life isn’t ruled by women. My boss is a woman, all my professors are women, my sister and my mother are both women. Once Bridgette steps into my shower and makes it her own with all her girly shampoos and razors and shit, I’m screwed. That’s my shower.

I walk to Ridge’s bedroom and flip the light switch a couple of times to give him warning that I’m coming in, since he’s deaf and can’t hear me knocking or stomping toward his room like a kid about to tattle on his little brother.

I flip the switch two more times and then swing his door open. He’s lifting up onto his elbows, groggy-eyed. He sees the anger on my face and he begins to laugh, incorrectly assuming I’m here about the pepper-juice prank.

I hate that I fell for it. I’m such a deep sleeper though, and he gets me every damn time.

“That prank was stupid,” I sign to him. “But I’m not here because of that. We need to talk.”

He sits up in bed and reaches over to tilt his alarm clock so that he can check the time. He looks back at me, agitated. “It’s six-thirty in the morning,” he signs. “What the hell do you want to talk about at six-thirty in the morning?”

I point in the direction of the new roommate’s bedroom.


I hate her name.

“You let a girl move in?” I make the sign for roommate and continue. “Why in the world would you let a girl move in with us?”

Ridge makes the sign for Brennan’s name. “That’s all him. I don’t think he would have accepted no for an answer.”

I laugh. “Since when are girls important to Brennan?”

“I heard that,” Brennan says from behind me. “And saw you sign it.”

I face him. “Good. So answer the question.”

He glares at me and then looks at Ridge. “Go back to sleep. I’ll handle the five-year-old.” He motions for me to follow him into the living room, turning out Ridge’s bedroom light as he exits.

I like Brennan, but the fact that we’ve known each other for so long makes me feel like he’s my little brother sometimes. My annoying-as-fuck little brother. My little brother who thinks moving his women into our apartment is a good idea.

“It’s just for a few months,” Brennan says, continuing toward the kitchen. “She’s in a rough spot and needs a place to stay.”

I follow Brennan into the kitchen. “Since when did you start providing rescue homes? You don’t even let girls spend the night when you’re done with them, much less move in with you. Are you in love with her or something? Because if that’s the case, this is the stupidest decision you’ve ever made. You’ll get tired of her in a week and then what?”

Brennan faces me and calmly holds up a finger. “I told you earlier, it’s not like that. We aren’t together and we never will be together. But she’s important to me and she’s in a tough spot and we’re going to help her, okay?” He takes a bottle of water out of the fridge and opens the cap. “It won’t be that bad. She’s in school and works full-time, so she’ll hardly ever be here. You won’t even notice.”

I groan, frustrated, and run my hands down my face. “This is great,” I mumble. “The last thing I need right now is some chick taking over my entire bathroom.”

Brennan rolls his eyes and begins walking back toward his bedroom. “It’s a bathroom, Warren. You’re acting like a little shit.”

“She hit me!” I say in defense.

Brennan turns and cocks an eyebrow. “See what I mean?” He walks into his bedroom and closes the door behind him.

The water turns off in the shower, and I hear the curtain slide open. As soon as the door to her bedroom shuts, I walk toward the bathroom. My bathroom. I try to open the door from the living room, but it’s locked from the inside. I walk through my bedroom and check that door, but it’s locked, too. I walk out of my room, straight into her bedroom. My eyes catch a glimpse of her before she screams and pulls a towel in front of her.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She picks up a shoe and tosses it at me. It hits me in the shoulder, but I don’t even flinch. I ignore her and walk into the bathroom and slam the door shut. I lean against it, lock it behind me, and then close my eyes.

Dammit, she’s hot.

Why does she have to be hot?

And I know it was just a glimpse but . . . she shaves. Everywhere.

It’s bad enough I have to share a bathroom with a girl, but now I have to share it with a hot girl? A hot girl who has a severe mean streak? A hot girl with a sick tan and hair so long and thick, it covers up her breasts when it’s wet, and shit, shit, shit.

I hate Brennan. I hate Ridge. I also love them for doing this to me.

Maybe having her for a roommate could be a good thing.

“Hey, asshole!” she yells through the door. “I used all the hot water. Have fun.”

Maybe not.

I walk to Brennan’s room and swing open the door. He’s packing a suitcase and doesn’t even look at me when I stalk over to him.

“What now?” he asks, annoyed.

“I need to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.”

He sighs and turns to face me. “What is it?”

“Have you slept with her?”

He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “I already told you no.”

I hate that he’s acting so mature and calm about this situation, because my reaction is making me feel really immature. Brennan has always been the immature one. Since the moment I met Ridge . . . God how long ago was that? Ten years? I’m twenty-four, Brennan’s twenty-one . . . yeah. Ten years. I’ve been best friends with them for a decade, and this is the first time I’ve actually felt inferior to Brennan.

I don’t like it. I’m the responsible one. Well, not as responsible as Ridge, obviously, but no one is. I do manage Brennan’s band, and I do a hell of a good job of it, so why can’t I seem to control my reactions right now?

Because. I know myself, and if I can’t get rid of the new roommate right away, then I’ll more than likely become infatuated with her. And if I’ll be infatuated with her, I need to make sure Brennan isn’t.

“You have to be honest with me, because I think you might be in love with her and I need you to tell me you’re not, because I think I might want to kiss her. And touch her. A lot. Like, everywhere.”

Brennan’s hands fly to his forehead and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. He takes several steps back.

“Are you listening to yourself, Warren? I mean, fuck, man! You yell at me three minutes ago because you hate her and don’t want her here, and now you’re saying you want her? Are you bipolar?”

He makes a good point.

Jesus, what’s wrong with me?

I pace the room, trying to figure out a solution. She can’t stay here. But I want her to stay. I can’t share a bathroom with her, but I don’t really want anyone else to share a bathroom with her, either. I’m a little bit selfish, apparently.

I pause my frantic pacing and look at Brennan. “Why is she so mean?”

Brennan walks over to me and calmly places two hands on my shoulders. “Warren Russell, you need to calm the hell down. You’re starting to freak me out.”

I shake my head. “I know. I’m sorry, I just. I don’t want to be attracted to a girl that you’re involved with, so I need to know now if that’s the case because we go too far back to let something like this mess us up. But you also know you can’t just drop a girl that looks like her in my lap, and expect me not to go there in my head. And I just saw her naked and now I’m useless. Ruined. She’s so damn perfect beneath all those clothes and . . .” I look up at him. “I just want to make sure I’m not stepping on any toes when I fantasize about her tonight.”

Brennan stares at me, mulling over my admission. He pats me twice on the shoulder and returns to his suitcase. “She’s mean, Warren. Probably the meanest girl I’ve ever met in my life. So if she murders you in your sleep, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He closes his suitcase and begins to zip it. “She needed a place to stay and we have an extra room. Her life makes mine and Ridge’s look like a cakewalk, so go easy on her.”

I take a seat on the edge of his bed. I’m trying to be sympathetic to the situation, but the business manager in me is skeptical. “She just called you out of the blue and asked if she could move in with you? Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious, Brennan? You don’t think it has to do with the band finally making a name for itself?”

Brennan glares at me. “She’s not an opportunist, Warren. Trust me on that. And hit on her if you want, I couldn’t care less.”

He walks toward the door and grabs his keys off the dresser. “I’ll be back next week after the last show. Do you have our hotel rooms squared up?”

I nod. “I emailed you all the confirmation numbers.”

“Thanks,” he says as he walks out of the room.

I fall back onto the bed and hate the fact that Brennan isn’t into her. That means she’s fair game.

I was kind of hoping she wasn’t.

But then I smile, because she is.

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Maybe Not: A Novella 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 49 reviews.
bluesome_books More than 1 year ago
Colleen Hoover excels at many different things as a writer, but one of my personal favorites is her ability to write quirky-living-outside-of-the-box characters. I loved everything about this Novella, from the witty banter to the unexpectedly touching moments. Thank you for letting us get to know Ridge's hilarious sidekick and their misunderstood roommate  - I enjoyed spending time with them!
BookNerd_93 More than 1 year ago
Oh my gosh, I LOVE Warren and Bridgette so much!! I'm so happy Colleen decided to surprise us with this sweet, steamy novella. When I first read Maybe Someday I immediately fell in love with Warren so imagine my excitement when it was announced that we'd get to read about him and Bridgette? I was ecstatic!! And what a fun little novella it was! I loved being able to get inside Warren's head. He is by far one of the funniest characters I've ever read! My love for Warren runs strong! I love that you get to see how great he is with his family and that he isn't afraid of the softer, gentler side of things. The way Warren and Bridgette interact is laugh-out-loud hilarious and the sexual tension that they give way to is explosive! Discovering why Bridgette is the way she is was completely unexpected but in true Colleen fashion she wrote a strong, feisty, stubborn and vulnerable character that you can't help but love as well. Plus, she's not too shabby when it comes to pulling pranks. lol Now I'm really craving more of Brennan! Would really love to see more of him, and perhaps in his own novel? lol I really enjoyed this special novella treat and it's most definitely one of the things I'm thankful for during this holiday week. *Received early copy for an honest review*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I live everything Colleen writes so this was no different. This book had me laughing out loud! I wish it was longer, I need more Warren and bridgette; more Sydney and Ridge; and I need to know what Brennen does while on the road!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Colleen Hoover is awesome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was such a different book with the characters being interesting. I just loved the story so much! I haven't read a book like it! This was my first for this author and then I read the novella with Warren and Bridget and loved it too! I'm looking for another book by her to read next because she's that great!
MyndiL More than 1 year ago
I had to start Maybe Not the second I finished Maybe Someday. I was scared because I LOVED how Maybe Someday ended and I was afraid that I was going to get thrown for a loop in this follow up novella. Rest assured, it will be ok, this novella is about Warren and Bridgette not our beloved Sydney and Ridge! This is a short novella, just over 100 pages, but so much is packed into those pages. All the quirkiness, all the pranks, all the tension between them. Not to mention, the explanations behind the way Bridgette acts. It's heartbreaking to find out how rough her life was, but Brennan wasn't exaggerating in Maybe Someday, she did have it worse than him and Ridge. Warren shows himself to be so much more than the playful roommate he was in the first book too. He really cares about Bridgette and it's very cool to see into his mind in this story. If you loved Maybe Someday, be sure to pick this one up as well!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the sparring nature of their relationship
bookbruin More than 1 year ago
This was a quick and entertaining novella about Warren and Bridgette, who we met in Maybe Someday. They weren't my favorite characters, but it was fun to get back into the world of Ridge and Sydney so I decided to give it a shot. It's told from Warren's POV and there are plenty of laugh out loud moments. I wasn't emotionally invested in these characters, but I did enjoy finding out the backstory to their tumultuous relationship and I liked that some things referenced in Maybe Someday were answered here (ie: Warren's porn addiction!) Overall, it was a light and funny read, but you're not missing much if you decide to skip it.
MariahEllis More than 1 year ago
So much yes. I adored Warren in Maybe Someday, but now I can't get enough of Warren and Bridgette together.
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Livlovesbooks More than 1 year ago
I freaking loved this novella! Minor Spoilers Alert! After a few stimulating and equally puzzling interactions, Warren deciphered the mystery that was bitchy Bridgette fairly early on. Bridgette definitely had a bad hand dealt to her. I loved how Warren broke down her walls and taught her how beautiful and fulfilling mutual consensual sex and adult love could be. Favorite scene: When Warren gets Bridgette to tacitly acknowledge they have feelings for each other and to agree on not bringing any man but him home. One of my favorite quotes: ‘She’s so frustrating. She’s so damn unpredictable. She’s nothing I’ve ever wanted in a girl and absolutely everything I need.’ Warren Although Warren was a supporting character in Maybe Someday (Maybe #1), he was hands down my favorite. I could cheer on his hooking up with Bridgette because there was a no-strings attached vibe going on and therefore no guilt. I love that Author Colleen Hoover decided to give his story more page time. And I loved the silliness of the prank war as seen from Warren’s POV.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved maybe someday but this book is now my new favorite its funny and romantic in all the best ways.
Bouscher99 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this so much more than I thought I would! Any book that can put a smile on my face like this one did definitely deserves 5 stars. Warren is funny and entertaining and he and Bridgette seem to be complete opposites until he gets to know her and breaks down her walls. She has reasons to be as angry as she is but Warren can change that. Excellent short story!!
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I did like this book and it was funny to hear Warren's point of view. I really loved Maybe Someday, that book was amazing as well.
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Part of the series, I enjoyed this book. Not as much as the first, but still liked it.
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KatInTheBox More than 1 year ago
OMG!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE Warren!!! He was such a wierd character in Maybe someday, but here he is just perfect. Maybe someday is great but  Maybe not is 1000x better;)
Tishia More than 1 year ago
I'm so glad that Colleen Hoover wrote this follow up novella told from Warren's point of view. I absolutely loved Maybe Someday and wasn't ready to be done with the characters. Warren's character is just hilarious. I was a little curious about his relationship with Bridgette. Honestly, I hated Bridgette in Maybe Someday. I'm still not a huge fan of her, but I dislike her a little less now. This book shows that she actually has some feelings – she just doesn't like them to show. She's slowly getting better though. This was such a steamy read. I think these love scenes were steamier than any that I have read from Colleen so far. Colleen – you need to do this more often! I liked it!!! I would have liked to see more steam like this between Ridge and Sydney in Maybe Someday, but that's ok. Oh, and I loved how we got to see why Warren had such a porn obsession. Hilarious!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was so much fun to read after Maybe Someday. You get a chance to see what was happening behind the scenes of the story with the other characters. The interactions between Bridgette range from hilarious to steamy. Even though we already know the outcome, it still keeps you on the edge of your seat and is a super fast read!
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madLo More than 1 year ago
I wasn't super excited about reading Warren's story because I loved the story between Ridge and Sydney, but I knew it had to be good since it is Colleen Hoover and I was right. It sucked you in from the beginning, of course, as we are so curious to learn about why Bridgette is the way she is. Even though it was a short, quick read, I loved every second!
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