My focus at work has never been so scattered as it is right now. I keep trying to concentrate on the water, but my heart rate seems to have a mind of its own, fluctuating without any apparent cause. I can't pinpoint what's bothering me. Part of my unease stems from overhearing a conversation involving one of my roommates when I shouldn't have. It's been on my mind every time there's a moment of silence, and I'm dreading going home to face Mark. I'm pretty sure I confessed to Kent during our car ride that I can be quite spoiled. Figuring out the right balance when it comes to intimacy has always been a struggle for me. I don't have a strong desire for it, but I also don't want to feel like a social outcast for not craving it. I'd rather not discuss it, but when I'm forced to, my thoughts become all too clear. Back in high school, I only engaged in it a few times with my boyfriends. When they wanted it, it was usually hurried and not particularly enjoyable. I never truly understood wh
I've made a colossal mistake. The atmosphere in the apartment has been tense for the past two weeks. I regret the argument with Kent, not just because I realized that day he was attempting to make amends, and I dismissed it. But also because my actions had soured the entire apartment's mood. Things were getting increasingly strained, and I felt compelled to do something about it. I put on a façade of indifference, avoiding eye contact with Kent and refusing to show any remorse. Yet, a part of me acknowledged that I had been right to call him out for his mistreatment. I never would have met him if we hadn't shared this living space, and I had always made an effort to steer clear of people who treated me poorly, dating back to high school. I believed he had once felt the same way about me, but I was mistaken. He had become moody, rude, irritable, and, worst of all, messy. He consistently left behind colossal messes for me to clean up. Mark and Kyle were also growing weary of Kent's b
"Isn't that much easier now?" I attempt to hide and escape from his playful torment. He's doubled over at the waist, continuing to tickle relentlessly, so I seize the right moment to nudge his leg with my foot, throwing him off balance. The bathroom isn't very spacious; it only accommodates a toilet, a small sink, a washer and dryer, and nothing else. Kent, who stands taller than six feet, still has his wet clothes in a basket within the room. He crashes down beside me, occupying the remaining floor space. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and he chuckles in a brief, wheezing manner. "Julia, that was a cheap shot," he chides, while I laugh. "Don't you dare tickle me!" I tap his shoulder and retort, "Asshole." "You must have enjoyed it, right?" he retorts, prompting me to turn my head to look at him. His gaze meets mine, causing my throat to constrict, and I take a deep breath. "Um, Julianna?" My heart leaps when I hear Chase's voice from the dining room. "Is everything
"A frat?" Kyle shifts away from the table to place his dishes in the sink. "Yes, a fraternity," Piper insists, surrounded by her entourage, already dressed and gathered around the dining room table. Piper is making plans for the evening, although she hadn't informed me about it. In fact, it seemed like she hadn't informed anyone about her desire to attend a frat party. "I thought we were hitting up Apex," Mark says with a furrowed brow. Apex was a budget-friendly downtown club for students. Similar to a frat house, it was dimly lit, noisy, and offered cheap drinks. It didn't particularly pique my interest, especially knowing it would be packed with first- and second-year students on a Friday night in search of something to do. "I considered it, but my sorority got an invite to this frat, so I thought it might be a better plan," she says, wearing a cheerful expression. "At least there won't be any lurking at the door." "It might be okay for you," Kent mutters, folding his arms acro
"Did you really only need seventeen minutes, Julianna?" Piper's voice rings out before I've even crossed a few steps into the hallway. "I thought you'd need all twenty." Laughter follows her words. I take a deep breath, stand tall, and continue down the hall, entering the kitchen. "Are we all ready?" I inquire, sweeping my hair off my shoulder. Piper's smug smile fades, Kyle stumbles into the pony wall by the front door while wrestling with his shoes, and Mark accidentally sprays beer across Chloe, who recoils with a disgusted exclamation. "Ew!" Chloe shrieks, jumping up to grab a paper towel from the kitchen. The sudden silence makes me feel like all seven pairs of eyes in the room are locked on me. "Well, it seems to be effective, huh?" Mark coughs, giving me a thumbs-up when I ask. "Fantastic. Let's give it a whirl at the frat house." Everyone gets up, retrieves their coats and shoes, and starts heading out. Kent, however, doesn't rise immediately. We share a few seconds of mutua
"Alright, we have a couple of options," I propose, aiming to make sure our plan is solid before venturing into the party scene. "First, we could pretend I'm an exchange student from London looking to attend a frat party." He chuckles, seeming open to the idea. "That doesn't sound too bad," he agrees. "What else have you got?" "Option two: you play the 'I'm Kent' card and leverage your fame to get us as far as possible." He simply shrugs in response. "Piper wasn't kidding; those guys don't take well to challenges," he mutters, and I nod in agreement. "But let's keep it as a backup plan." "Alright, for option three, we can team up with a group of girls already waiting in line. It'll look like you're bringing about six girls to the party." "That seems like our best shot to me," he concurs, and I smile. "Let's give it a try." He lets out a sigh as he surveys the line of people. Our group of friends had been waiting for Abby and her friends, and now we found ourselves alone in this sit
"You often use that nickname," I persist, and he chuckles. "I'm not attempting to belittle you," he reassures me, his hand on my hip causing my thoughts to cloud. I sneak a quick glance at him, and despite the darkness, his green eyes are captivating. "Even though I'm aware you don't hold me in high regard, I appreciate everything you've done," I mumble, and he shakes his head. "Julianna, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths," he admits, and my eyes widen. "I understand I haven't done much to make you happy since you moved in. I just struggle with people," he confesses, sounding somewhat upset. "I know it's not a valid excuse, but there's something I want you to know." "Alright," I say slowly, and he nods. "I'm aware people may have told you that I hop from one girl to another, using them, and that I'm a promiscuous man who sleeps around," he begins in a hushed tone, and I sigh. "That's not true," he asserts in a whisper, and I blink in surprise. "What about
I've been feeling like I've been caught in a whirlwind since Saturday night. I couldn't stop replaying what had transpired between Kent and me. So much had shifted, leaving me in a state of confusion. I appreciated Kent's candidness about his past and his apology for his past behavior towards me. It was crucial to me, not because I needed an apology, but because I wanted him to comprehend how his actions had affected me. Certain memories refused to leave my mind, regardless of my efforts. Every night, they haunted me as the last thoughts before sleep, and with Kent residing just across the hallway, there was no escape. Although the moment on the lawn behind the fraternity house had been charged with electricity, I had no reason to believe it was anything more than a spontaneous occurrence. I couldn't be certain that Kent genuinely wanted to kiss me, even though he claimed to be trying to leave his past behind. Our inability to even make eye contact made me loathe both of us. I rese