I hate going to social events. I'm so bad at talking to new people, and I always mess up my words when I'm around people I don't know well. It's not a big deal in crowded frats or dark bars, but it's killing me at a school social. I really thought about making up some lame excuse for why I couldn't go, because I keep making a fool of myself over and over again. I'm way too shy to talk to anyone, and if someone does try to talk to me, they leave looking like they wish they hadn't. I wish there was something to drink at this. I look around the small event room in the historical society's wing that we've reserved. There are high ceilings and a fireplace, and a long table with finger foods runs through the middle. Around the edges, there are chairs strewn about, and I run my hands down the front of my modest black dress. It has short sleeves, a longer skirt that hangs loosely, and a tie at the hip. It's the most businesslike thing I brought with me. I see my coworkers move around the
"We didn't have to go somewhere this nice," I mumble as Kent sends his credit card back for our tab. He'd chosen a new steakhouse he'd heard about through a family friend. It was delicious, but quite expensive. I would have been happy doing anything with him; it didn't have to be this fancy. "Juls, let me treat you." He sighs. "It's a special night. We've done diners and chain restaurants before. This is special, and I wanted to do something nice. I didn't want our fancy clothes to go to waste." "Well, I really appreciate it," I mumble, and he smiles, reaching out for my hands. "You keep showing up when I miss you," I whisper, and he chews the inside of his cheek, suppressing a smile. "That's my job," he sighs. "I'm trying to be there for you more when you need me and keep you updated." "I'm happy about that," I shrug, feeling his thumb brushing my knuckles. Kent's card is returned to our table, and he puts it away, motioning for the two of us to leave. I put on my coat and lean i
"Not tonight." "Why not?" "Because I just wanted to see you, not sleep with you," he says quietly, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Plus, the walls in these places are way too thin; no way I'm letting anyone else hear us." I blush when I think about the times I've overheard other people in neighboring rooms, and I give him one last peck. "I'll be quiet," I counter, and he laughs. "I've been way too stressed out, help me out." "There's nothing I'd do that you couldn't do for yourself," he shrugs, and I blush even harder. "You don't need me here to...relieve stress." "But I prefer you." "You drive a hard bargain, Juls," he teases, and I press my lips together. "You have my word that we will in two weeks, not tonight." "Fine," I sigh, shimmying around to try and shake off the thoughts bouncing through my head. "I'm redeeming in two weeks though." I sit up, and he rolls onto his back again. I lean over and continue undoing buttons on his shirt. "Juls." "It's not for sex," I whisp
Today is a good day. It's one of the best days I can remember, well, maybe only second to Kent's visit two weeks ago. I'm going home today, and I couldn't be happier. Everything is packed, and I finally get a break from my constant stream of work. Our group's research findings got published in a journal, and we all received partial credit for our work. After Dr. Elliot found out about Adrian, he got removed from our group, which everyone was pleased about. He was genuinely useless to our team, and I was happy not to be hit on every day. I've put in a lot of work over the past month, and it really paid off. I was almost ready to go back home because I knew that even working at the pool and doing my schoolwork, I'd still be happier and way less stressed than I am here. And the best thing waiting for me at home is Kent. He's my boyfriend, someone I love and who loves me. We've fixed virtually every problem we had. He's way more vulnerable with me now, way better at talking about dif
Life is so good right now; I feel like I'm cheating at it somehow. I've been sleeping in the same bed as Kent for three days now, whether it's his room or my room, I couldn't care less, I just get him. No more dorm bed and sleepless tossing because I forgot to call, just him and me. This morning, we're in mine, my schedule's changed this term, and I only have four courses to keep track of to give me time for my honors. On Fridays, I have no classes, and today is my first glorious Friday of the new term with Kent beside me. He's tangled in my bedsheets, sprawled out like he's sleeping in my bed alone. I usually sleep in a ball anyway so it works out, yet another thing that couldn't be more different between us but that works anyway. His hair's getting long, so long that it hangs down in his eyes. He's got such nice eyelashes too; they fan over his cheeks while he sleeps. The other thing I've really gotten used to is his snoring. It's not loud but it's noticeable, sometimes it's lik
The moment is completely ruined when I hear a loud knock on the door, and Kent freezes as I pull the blankets over our bodies. "Guys! We discussed this, no loud noises while Kyle and I are here, it's inappropriate!" Mark's voice comes from the other side, and my face turns red with embarrassment. "If you don't like it, leave!" Kent shouts back. "You don't seem to mind when your headboard hits the wall and the noise when you bring your girls over!" "You all don't know those girls, it's disgusting!" He shouts. "I-I'm sorry, Mark!" I respond, wishing I could disappear. "I thought you were in class!" "Just please don't do that again!" He calls and walks back down the hall while I bury my face in the mattress. "Kill me," I mutter. "Please, just kill me." "It's not that bad," he whispers, and I feel a sense of dread inside me. "I didn't think anyone was home." "Me neither," he chuckles. "It was just a sound or two; you were in the middle of it." I understand Mark's discomfort; it w
The atmosphere in the kitchen is incredibly tense, and you could cut the tension with a knife. I feel a lump rising in my throat, and I press my lips together. Kent's reassuring hand moves up my back to my shoulder blades, and I sigh, attempting to relax. "Kent," Piper begins, clapping her hands together. "Is there... some reason you're holding onto Juls like that? Is she already that intoxicated?" She asks in a mean, condescending manner, and Kent squeezes my shoulder. "Juls is my girlfriend," he responds without hesitation, and her eyes nearly roll back into her head. I half-expect her to become possessed, climb the walls, and have her head spin in a circle. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but I do notice her eye twitch. Not a lot, just twice, as her right eye betrays her while her mouth tries to maintain its unflinching smile. It's not working. "I'm sorry; I think I just hallucinated. Did you say she's... she's..." "She's my girlfriend," he repeats calmly, and this time her sm
I expect his emotions to be evident; they were quite strong last time when he confessed that they'd been in that situation but that he'd never gone through with it. However, he looks confused, as if he can't recall it at all, and now I'm starting to get concerned. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but we never did anything that night," he says in a low, dangerous tone. "I don't appreciate you causing all this chaos and telling lies." "No, Kent, a lie would be untrue," she says, opening her phone again, and I blink. She displays a picture that nearly makes me sick: it's him behind her in bed, both of them on their knees, his face pressed into her neck, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. What's worse, I can see everything; she's done nothing to cover her body in this photo. "You took a picture?" I ask angrily. That's a major breach of trust for her. "I have a nice camera in a plug on my wall," she smiles, and I step away from Kent, feeling annoyed. We were supposed to b